My dad died yesterday.

He was 65 and had become a hero to me. A few months back, when we almost lost my wife and newborn son, my dad came and stayed with us. He took care of my kids -- kept them fed and feeling loved -- while I was taking care of things in the hospitals.

He dropped everything for a month... to make sure he was there for me and our kids.

When I needed help more than any other time in my life... he was there. And he was amazing.

I love you, dad.