Well My Dad.... He was my best friend. I could write volumes on him. But All I will say is when I lost him to Cancer in 97 it broke my heart and its never healed.. Anytime something happens in my life good or bad I just want to pick up the phone and call him.. I miss his big hugs, his silly humor and he never looked disappointed in me even when I screwed up.... Looking back I think he always just knew something was different about me, even tho I didnt know and I needed more support.