He became "Dad" when I married his son. And he's been "Dad" ever since. Dad had an open heart, a love of life on his own terms, and a generous spirit. He loved me as if I'd been born into the family rather than married into it.
He loved dogs, the Brooklyn Dodgers (and to some extent, the Mets), and his family. His last words to me earlier this week were, "I love you. Have a good time."
Rest in peace, Dad. And know that we'll take good care of Mom while you're apart. I know you wouldn't have it any other way.