My Daddy deserves to be honored in the most extraordinary way possible, yet I have not been able to do this properly. I can not seem to find the words to express the immeasurable amount of love and loss I feel. My father was a quiet, humble, gentleman. He avoided drama, and appreciated peace and quiet. He loved his family with all he had, but without pretension. Some of my greatest childhood memories were as simple as playing “I see a color,” and “coffee pot,” with my daddy, while waiting in the car for my mom to shop. Daddy taught me that “Most everything should be done in moderation,” and getting angry served no purpose. He was the most genuine man I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. The respect and admiration I had for him far surpasses anything I can put in mere words. He demanded nothing, yet commanded the love and respect of all that knew him. Although we were all aware of his many health problems, we did not know the extent of his pain and suffering. My Dad's doctor expressed this during a conversation I had with him towards the end of my dad's battle. He said, “Alan has been very sick for a very long time. He makes it look easy, because he never complains.” He followed this statement with words that confirmed my perception of my dad, “ I have great respect for him. I am a better Doctor, and a better person for having known him.” This sentiment was echoed in similar ways by many of the doctors and nurses who cared for my him in the hospital. I know that no amount of time will heal the pain of loss I feel, and no words can adequately describe the amazing man that my dad was, but, Daddy, I am so very lucky to have had you for my father and role model, and I know that I am a better person for having had you in my life. Rest peacefully, my Daddy. I love you.