Remembering and missing a father who left us all too soon.
Dad was the strong, silent one who could slay you with his dry wit, or bring you to tears with his praise when least expected. He would listen carefully, and only offer advice if asked, but he would always offer support and love. I was in awe of his constant thirst for knowledge and memory for details, and his ability to switch between three languages. Despite all of his talents, mechanical and otherwise, he was a humble man who bore a heavy burden.
He is terribly missed by his children Shelley, Tricia, and Alex.
“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.” ― Augusten Burroughs
