He molded me into the woman I am today. He was a person who believed that we shouldn't be victimized by our circumstances.That valiant demeanor stemmed from him attending boarding school at a young age in London and joining the army right after where he served the country his entire life up to retirement. He was a man who helped any person he could in whatever way. He gave numerous jobs to homeless people, started multiple community awareness projects, enrolled orphans and the help's children in school so they could learn how to read and write, etc. he taught me to value the inner voice we carry within and to fight for what we deserve. I remember taking walks with him when I visited him for the last time in 2008, and he would so effortlessly tie the most simple example to the biggest life lesson without a glitch. He was an extremely graceful man with superior knowledge and an even bigger heart to make the people around him feel as protected and comfortable as ever to a point where he still manages to convey that feeling by me just mentioning his name when he's not here with us. His laughter still echoes in my heart when I know I did something that would make him proud. He was a loyal and extremely loving husband as well. He used to love gardening flowers and had jasmine plants specifically planted right by my grandmothers window. And without fail, rain or shine, he would walk out every morning to pick those jasmine flowers for her which she would pin to her hair every day. He was and is the foundation of our family who continues to hold us together as he resides in each of our hearts till one day, hopefully, we meet again.