My Daddy was the greatest man who ever lived.
I can close my eyes and still see his creamy cafe au lait face. He had a broad smile, curly hair, and a big bushy mustache! My daddy was a tower, standing at 6'4" and being about 250 or so.
Daddy is the one who regaled me with stories of my deceased mother and encourage me to write. He is the one who told me there was something God had for me to do. Daddy was the one who called me Taye.
My love for him is eternal and everlasting. He left this earth, but never my heart, ten years ago. I'm 45 years old and I still miss my daddy's hugs.
Daddy was ambitious and motivated. I believe I have that streak of determination from him. Everyone who knew him tells me I inherited his gift of oratory and should be a minister like he was. Daddy was amazing.
I miss him and his secret stash of butterscotch and fondly remember his blessings of sesame buns when I was a young college student.
The older I get, the more I miss him, the more I need him. There is so much I wanted to talk with him about, still so much more to say.
In my eyes, the sun rose and set on my daddy, he was and will always be the king of my heart!
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