I miss my dad

As I sit here crying, I remember how lovely my home feels when he is around. My father is the last of his kind- they don't make men like that anymore, and I really mean it, not because he's my father, but because he's a gem of a person.

He is solid, hearty, strong and a real "man". He is extremely intelligent and very talented. That comes with a heart of 24 K gold and a childlike innocence about him. He thinks lightning fast but his actions are cautious and controlled. The only time I've seen him not graceful is when he dances- he's the worst dancer ever- but he's so adorable to watch. It makes me happy just to see my father smile, and I confess, sometimes I say silly things just to earn one from him. I laugh for no reason when I see him laugh- like he used to back when I was 2 years old. I wouldn't sleep without my dad's stories- he told me one every single day until I was 5. My mom didn't have such a large reservoir of stories, and would often get upset at my dad for spoiling me thus.

My father's way of showing affection is just to touch our hair gently with his hands. He doesn't do that to me anymore, and I really miss that. I see him touching my baby brother's toe sometimes with his own toes, and my baby brother, being the snappy Gemini who is not very keen on touch, bristles. My dad just smiles and does it again- he's a Taurus. For them, the most natural way of showing affection is to soothingly touch. He takes such great care of my mother that he doesn't even let her walk down the stairs at night whenever she needs water. He fetches it for her. There's a sadness in my father's eyes and smile- life has not been very nice to him. Why do all the men in my life go through so many accidents and injuries?

My father and I have our differences, but I am very much like my father. I love him so much, I hope he is well, and I miss him. I promise to be better and to become successful as an actor- It's my promise to my father and his deceased brother. And I sit here wondering, what must my cousins be going through? They'll never see theirs again.