He was, is, and always will be, my Dad. It has taken me a bit to get to the point I can type this. But here goes. One specific time comes to mind when I think of the value of my dads character to his core. He had been helping a man who was a major heroin addict. He had done this before. Trying to help those who had nothing and were typically addicts of some kind. This one was particularly a mess but my dad tried nonetheless. It became evident fairly early that the man was potentially trying to use my dad but he still tried to help nonetheless. Going so far as to give the man his own jacket which he had a fondness for and never asked for it back when the man was shivering. He still took him to appointments even after he realized he was using my dad for things, including the jacket that the man had given to his girlfriend telling her it was a gift he bought her. My dad tried until he literally gave the jacket off his back and still tried to help people even after this even though we ourselves had very little and he had gotten so many health issues over the years that he couldn't work fairly young and everyone always gave him trash over it and it was and is disgusting. He deserved better than how his adopted father treated him. That man should be ashamed of himself. Anyway, personal grievances aside my father was nothing but a good human being and the only bad anyone ever had to say was he wasn't the best financial provider. But i never wanted for anything.. I always had everything i needed.. but now I just need him and he's never going to be there again. I hope anyone who ever reads this appreciated my father for the kind gentle soul he was. There is far too much more. to say and I am having a difficult time with it. Being an adult is tough and all the world going through just try to be nice and pay it forward.