I met a man, years ago; a kind, and generous man. He loved me as if I were his own daughter. He was the father of my boyfriend at the time, and though the relationship ended the father and I stayed in touch, never losing the bond we had shared. I loved him, this father of my ex boyfriend. This man that took me in, under his wing. That guided and cared for me. That hugged me, laughed with me, celebrated, and commiserated with me.

And now he's gone.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

This post is short. I don't have the words yet to say how much I will miss him. I don't even have the vocabulary to tell you how he helped me change my life. And maybe that's ok. We share something that no one else had, and I will miss his irreverent sense of humor, honesty, and boundless generosity.

May God welcome you home with open arms Mr.C. I love you.