This is how I remember my Dad, handsome, athletic, funny and kind. That's me at six months old in front of Mom, my first Christmas. He's still funny and kind, and in my mind he is still Superman who could do endless pushups with my sister and I sitting on his back or lift me over his head horizontally like a barbell. I trusted him implictly, I never imagined for a second that he would drop me. And he never has. I love you, Dad.