My papa was the coolest, silliest, and most loving man I have ever met. He always told me I was his favorite…. youngest daughter. I remember last year my dad and I went to go pick up Kiy and Jay's kids and take them to the Ockey Christmas party. On our way there I explained the plot of my favorite book series to him. Even though I don't think he had any interest in the story or even understood it, he let me ramble on about it. I just remember how loved and seen I felt by my dad in that moment. I can't wait to see him again and rant to him about random things. I love my dad and I hope to live in a way he would be proud of even if that is by doing random silly dances whenever the music plays at the end of a show, specifically NCIS or Hawaii 5 0. Or sitting on the porch to watch the sunset. I would like to end by telling one of my dad's favorite jokes. What do you call a row of rabbits walking backwards? A receding hairline.
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