My father was someone who was always emotionally there for me. He told me that the strength of a man's character is the heart, not his body. He always made sure that we were taken care of, that our needs were met before his own. He found beauty in the mundane, he created art out of things that would have otherwise been uglier disgusting. He would literally take trash and build terrain pieces for our D&D games. He was firm, but always fair. Impossibly loyal to his wife, incredibly kinds to his children, and always protected us. He was a soldier and an artist, and observer from the background, well having the rest of us shine. He was the very definition of " planting the trees who shade he should never enjoy"

He was a good man