11/13/2025
Dad, thank you for everything — for all the ways you loved us without needing to say a word. You were never one for big speeches, but your actions spoke volumes. The way you showed up every single day, the quiet strength in your voice, the calm in your eyes when everything else felt uncertain — that’s what love looked like to me.
You were the steady hands that built our world, the one who worked through pain, who fixed what was broken, who taught me to keep going even when things got hard. You didn’t just raise a family — you shaped our hearts. You made sure we knew right from wrong, and that kindness wasn’t weakness but strength. You showed me that real love isn’t loud; it’s in the doing, the showing up, the staying true.
Now, when I think of you, I see all those moments I didn’t appreciate enough back then — the advice I brushed off, the stories I didn’t listen to closely, the quiet care behind every “I’m fine.” I’d give anything for one more talk, one more drive, one more of those simple moments that didn’t feel like much at the time, but meant everything.
Thank you, Dad, for being my constant — my compass, my example, my quiet hero. Your legacy lives not in grand things, but in the everyday moments that still guide me. I carry your lessons in my choices, your heart in mine, and your love in every step forward.