On my wedding day, if I had known that my dad would be gone in two years, I couldn't have imagined life without him.
On the day my children were born, if someone would have told me my dad would only know them for six months of their lives, I never would have believed them.
Hold the ones you love.
When I was a little girl, my mom and dad would sing "Hotel California" to me, changing the lyrics to "Hotel Kimifornia". Some of my earliest memories from my childhood are slow-dancing with Dad, he on his knees, slowly circling around our basement to the great music of the 60s and 70s. I remember begging my dad to "knee-dance" with me, and the elation I felt when the music started.
This one goes out to you Daddy.