After my dad passed away from cancer, my mom used to always remark that I was just like him and I would tell her thank you for the compliment. He passed away when I was only 13 and I'm 52 now but not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him so much.
I have his Italian traits and although he sadly passed away at only 54, I did inherit his love of family. Having named my oldest son after him, he then named his son (my oldest grandson) Anthony as well. Dad worked 17 hour days so can't truly say I take after him in that way. Mom was the disciplinarian and he was always there for a kiss good-night and a big smile :)
I am my daddy's baby girl. He used to take me fishing all the time growing up and now there isn't a day that goes by hardly that I don't throw a pole a few times in my backyard(2 stocked ponds), he and I work horses together, bowl, shoot pool, play chess, we talk alike, act alike, and look alike. I love my daddy very much. He just retired last year and 4 weeks ago he was diagnosed with squamous cell lung cancer and now I just go visit him every day and don't take a second of it for granted and take it one day at a time. I don't know what I'm going to do without my best friend and hero by my side...never take a single second for granted and always visit every opportunity you have because you never know when God is ready for His angels to come home and you don't want to have a single regret to live with-trust me!