Pappa was the life of every party. The moment music started playing, he was up on his feet—dancing like no one was watching, but always making sure everyone else was dancing with him too. You couldn’t say no to Pappa when he asked you to join in. You didn’t want to. If you knew him, you’d remember his smile. It was always there—easy, warm, and full of life. He had a way of lighting up a room just by walking into it. His smile could make you feel calm, loved, and like everything was going to be okay. Pappa loved music. It ran through him. And in a way, it still does. Even though he’s not here with us physically, I know he’s still with us—every time we hear a song he loved, every time we smile without meaning to, every time we dance. We miss him more than words can say. But we’ll keep dancing. We’ll keep smiling. That’s what he would’ve wanted. I love you so much, Pappa. Always.