My father pre-stroke was a loving, kind, but tough, brilliant man with a keen mind and great wit and sense of humor, even tempered and liked by all he met; quite a charmer. He provided well for us, working long and hard through much adversity in his life, and yet was always there to support us. Post stroke, he is a shell of the man he once was, no humor, no insight, no emotion, daily tasks are difficult, but still fighting to regain all that he lost. I miss all that he was and my best friend, and I admire and love him still for who is. He will always be my hero.