I’ve been a daddy’s girl for as long as I can remember. No matter what life threw at us, we always stuck together. Even in the hardest moments, even when we struggled, my dad was my steady place. He was brave, strong, and always did the very best he could for us.
He taught us to stick up for ourselves, to have a voice, to never let life break our spirit. He loved each of us with everything he had, and that love showed up every day in the way he cared, protected, and believed in us.
But where his heart shined the brightest was with his grandchildren. He spoiled them, adored them, and loved them without limits. They were his joy, his pride, his soft spot.
My dad was my hero—not because he was perfect, but because he never stopped trying. He never stopped loving. And even now, his love is still here, wrapped around all of us.