My Dad had more perserverance that anyone I know. He loved traveling, the ocean, sailing, dancing, and being with family. He loved to talk! I created this site so family & friends can keep his gift for communication alive and share the little stories, the funny moments you shared with my Dad. Thanks to all the family and friends who've been there for my family and I. We love you all. I think that remembering our loved ones and sharing stories is a great way of keeping their spirits shining bright! :)
Here's a list of the little things I'll always remember about my Dad:
MY UNFORGETTABLE DAD
It’s the little things about my Dad that I will never, ever forget…
• When he danced he twirled and hopped more than anyone I know. He’d spin me and lift me all at once-it both dizzying and exhilarating all at the same time-like a carousel. I’d say, “Dad, slow down!” while he spun and swung me around like a rag doll. I’ll miss dancing with my Dad.
• My Dad loved Rye bread. When I was little and he found out I loved it, too, I remember how proud he looked-like he passed on a legacy.
• My Dad loved math. When Annie and I were little, he spent hours teaching us Roman Numerals. He made a contest of it and gave us prizes when we got answers right. He made learning fun.
• My Dad used to love taking me to Bob’s Big Boy restaurant. He made sure I knew it was a father/daughter tradition so I felt special. I’ll never forget drinking milkshakes with him.
• My Dad always took extra time to let me know how proud he was of me. He had the ultimate faith in my abilities and always underscored how I should never undervalue myself in business or in life.
• My Dad loved a good argument. I remember the first time we had an argument and I totally stumped him. He said something and I shot back a response he couldn’t counter. I thought he’d be mad, but he looked proud of me and had a big smile on his face.
• My Dad hated skiing. I definitely inherited his lack of skiing finesse. When he skied, he was as stiff as a board and the slightest unexpected bump could throw him off balance and make him fall.
• When my Dad cooked a good meal, he wasn’t shy about telling everyone how good it was. He’d always say, “Not bad, huh? Pretty good, isn’t it? Wow, this turned out great!” He loved seeing people enjoy good food.
• I only saw my Dad cry twice. The first time was when he took me to see E.T. when I was a young child. I asked him, “Dad, are you crying?” and he replied, “No. I just choked on a piece of popcorn.”
• When I was little I was afraid of going to sleep at night. One night, I cried and cried because our sliding-glass door wouldn’t lock and I thought I’d seen something outside. I was terrified that “it” would get in and kill me. So, my Dad got a sleeping bag and slept on the floor next to the door all night so I wouldn’t be scared.
• My Dad had a huge hug. When he hugged you, he’d pat your back and almost lift you at the same time. I loved my Dad’s hugs.
• My Dad was one of the most generous people I know. If someone was in a jam, he’d do anything he could to help-no matter what…and didn’t expect anything in return.
• My Dad, as everyone knows, loved to talk. He talked with gusto and passion-no matter what the subject. I remember him taking me with him to his meetings in Calexico when I was little. The meeting he said would take him “One hour” would turn into four hours. He placated me with plenty of glass-bottled cokes and promises of a trip to Bob’s Big Boy afterwards.
• My Dad was always there for me. I always knew that if I had a problem with work or life, I could call him and he’d try to find a solution. I could always count on him.
• My Dad loved adventure. He relished travel and learning about new cultures. My Dad used to tell me that he and I were going to start an exporting business in South America together. He loved that I spoke Spanish-he said it was very “marketable” and wanted to turn my knowledge of Latin-American culture into a great business venture. That was my Dad. Life was all about new ventures and adventures.
• My Dad adored my mom. It was never more evident to me than when he planned my mom’s big 65th birthday surprise charter bus ride to Tijuana. He was so excited to get as many friends there as possible, get the best mariachis, and pick the perfect restaurant. He was like a kid before Christmas. I remember he couldn’t wait to see my mom’s face when she stepped onto the bus and saw all her friends yelling “Surprise!” with their sombreros on. He gave her the best “Happy Birthday” speech I’ve heard, in front of everyone at the restaurant. He loved my mom more than anything.
• My Dad loved mariachis. Whenever we went out to Mexican food or were in Mexico, he always called over the mariachis to sing to us. His favorite mariachi songs were “Cuantanamera” and “Canta y no Llores.” He’d sing along and clap and smile. Whenever I see mariachis now, I call them over to sing. I can feel my Dad singing along.
• My Dad was a fighter. There were so many situations he faced-in business and life-that would seem unconquerable to anyone else. People would tell him to give up or not waste his time. But he never saw life that way. Anything was possible, you just had to have passion and will. My Dad had more passion and will than anyone I know. Until the end, he fought to survive. He wanted so much to beat his final challenge. I don’t know why he lost this one and I never will. But it showed me the ultimate lesson in perseverance and what a true hero looks like.
• My Dad was the best Dad anyone could have asked for. He taught me to live life to the fullest, to never, EVER give up, always make time for adventure, and that family is the most important thing in the world. I’m going to miss my amazing Dad.