Puff Daddy

Puff's Daddy died last Friday afternoon. I already miss him so much. I wanted to post a picture of me as a little girl with him and I CAN'T FIND ONE! I know there are pictures of us that I will have to find at his house. There is a "Puff" photo album from my childhood somewhere.

The funeral was a beautiful tribute to my dad. Various people, from different aspects of his life, spoke of their relationship with him. This is what my daughter said:

A hero does not always wear a cape.
A hero is not necessarily famous, or even well-known.
A hero is someone who might be found speaking from a podium, leading the charge, out in front of the troops.

Our hero might have been found on the square-dance floor, or maybe dealing out a hand of bridge. He might have been found behind the wheel of an RV full of grandkids, or he might have been listening to you with one ear, and Vin Scully with the other.
Our hero was most likely found probably taking the family out for frozen yogurt (never ice cream), or welcoming you to his house with cookies that had been stored safely in the freezer. He shared his homemade bran muffins with anyone who would try one.

Our hero passed on his values by sending his grandchildren to Israel. He passed on his love of baseball by sharing his theories on the Dodger’s latest trades. Our hero didn’t need to leave his mark with fancy words or long speeches.
Like any true hero, he has left his mark on our hearts.