For Memorial Day, we are to remember our dead. For just a moment I want to express my love for this man, and how proud I am to be his daughter. He dedicated his life to his daughters. He was the most selfless and gentle man I know. My father was all things that a father should be to his little girl; protector, protector, protector.

I have so many fond memories of him but those are mine to keep for always. I will share but one moment with you…

The last few years before he died, I spent much quality time with him. I took him to his first movie since he was a young adult – imagine the theater changes since the 1930-40s. I took him to see the Passion of Christ. He was astounded at the theaters; the sound (hard-of-hearing), the arcades and the food (not just buttered popcorn). His face was like that of a child at Christmas. He was all smiles, saying, “Damn, things are different. This theater is huge.” Before theaters only had one showing room now you see 20+. This part he did not like at first since he struggled with walking – the movie seemed miles away. Nonetheless, as we walked to our movie, the atmosphere of movie posters kept him engaged with the posters being digital, 3D and ceiling to floor. Unlike us as we run threw in a hurry getting our food and seats, he was lost in the moment; in appreciation. What a wonderful expression he carried on his face a gift I will always keep close.

When we sat in the lushes seats, he said, “This chair is more comfortable than mine at home.” Relaxing back into the movie recliner, he dug into his popcorn and candy. As the previews started to play, he jumped back in his seat, saying, “Holy shit that’s loud.” All the while, smiling. As the movie went on he was still and quiet, and every so often I would look at him smiling with tears in his eyes as I do now.

The movie is over however it was a classic that will live forever in my memory.