My dad had a heart of gold and would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He had a great laugh and was loved by many.
He struggled with alcoholism his entire life, but ultimately lost his battle to a heroin overdose at 55. He battled depression and was self-medicating. But even through his struggles he displayed love, and valued & nurtured his relationships.
Family definitely made him smile. He cherished his daughters and adored his grandson like the son he never had. He loved his brothers. He also loved to watch football, TV, and grilled meat.
I miss hearing him say my name and call me by his personal nickname. I miss talking to him on the phone every day on my way home from work. I miss including him in family get togethers. I miss getting to be a "daddy's girl". And I will forever miss his hugs.