That was dad, mean and skinny. A strong and proud working machine. He had a non-joking personality, he believed that if you don't eat, sleep or work, you should look for work. Our dad encourages us to be our best and excel in everything we do. At every cross country meet, every basketball game and every honor roll dinner, Dad was there. Dad didn't stay with us long after our father died. He was close to dad's best friend. Dad wasn't dad's real father, dad was his grandfather, his dad died a long time ago from a heart attack. I also remember dad, he was old and sweet. Dad always smelled of shaving cream and horses. He adored us very much and took a big piece of Dad when he died. My mom loved dad very much, but he had been dead inside for a long time. He left and for a long time I hated him. I watched my mom struggle over the next three years trying to raise and nourish us with what she was