Some people are anchors in our lives, steady, strong, and always there. Pappa was mine. But more than that, he was the heart of our home. He always looked out for me, making sure I was well fed, safe, and loved. He cared for me deeply as I was growing up, always putting me first. He wanted nothing but the best for me, and he never failed to show his love. I will always miss the simple moments we share, our walks together, him watching me ride my bike, taking me to the park, the way he would call me to sleep beside him every night. It was his way of keeping me close, of reminding me how much I meant to him. And now, more than anything, I wish I could do that just one more time. He found joy in our laughter, even if it was just from the other room. If we were playing a game, he’d ask us to play it near him, just so he could hear the sound of us laughing and talking. That was what made him happiest: his family, together, under one roof. His presence was comfort. His love was constant. And his memory will forever live in my heart. I will miss him every single day, but I’ll carry his love and all that he taught me, always. Thank you, Pappa for everything. I love you endlessly.