To my daddy…
When I was in diapers, I would sleep on his belly, knowing I was always safe…
He took me to all the used book stores in the city, and we’d come home with piles of comics and Doctor Who books. Whenever I wanted to go, he would take me…
He took me to see Star Wars, Superman, Star Trek…I can still remember standing in line, in the alley beside the old Lyric Theatre, bursting with excitement, and holding his hand…
He made me the geek I am…he made me the man I am…
At the beginning of my life, he held me in his big, strong hands…at the end of his life, I was holding him in my big, strong hands…wishing I never had to let go…
I said goodbye to him today, but I won’t forget him. I can’t forget him…because, in more ways than I can count, I am him.
Goodbye dad…I love you.
