Michelle Holland
My Dad used to walk very quietly through the house. Many times he'd sneak up on me when I was making food for myself in the kitchen. Id turn to get something like a fork from the drawer. Or a sponge to wipe up my mess. And when id turn back around, my food would be gone. I would be dumbfounded for a milli-second, and then, would look around the corner. To see my father with a childhood grin on his face... Holding my food. We'd both laugh, before he'd disappear into his office, to toil over papers and write little tiny numbers, on little tiny lines. I could never have imagined, how much my life was going to change when he died. I am so grateful and blessed to have been a part of his life, for the last 15 years. That we had the opportunity to get to know each other as adults. And that he was able to be proud of who ive become. And to truly know, he instilled the best of himself, in me. I can never thank you enough, for all that you tried to do for me.