Are you watching over me as I type this? Are you there gently coaxing me when I go wrong, gently pushing me to take the right step in the right decision? I guess you are.. At least, I choose to believe that you are.. Imperfect relations, imperfect endings.... but when I look at these seventeen years gone by so far, I feel glad. Glad I had a father like you to talk about, glad I was born to a person like you, and even more glad that you live on in my sister and me..
May your extremely wonderful soul rest in peace..