My friend called me and was crying.  “What is going on?” I asked?  She could barely say the words through the tears. “AF’s father died.”  What?!  I couldn’t believe this.  He wasn’t sick, he wasn’t old, people don’t just die.  I sat in shock, got off the phone and continued to just sit there.  It wasn’t until my own father came home that I broke down into a hysterical fit of tears.   I felt so sad for my friend and her family.  She is a daddy’s girl, and so am I.

The funeral was sad, but beautiful in the same way.  All of the people that loved and respected AF’s father were there to show their support and to celebrate his life.  People shared their memories of him and I noticed a trend.  Everyone spoke of what an amazing, fun, and loving person he was.  It made me remember my favorite memory with AF’s father.

We all had dinner and were on our way out to the car.   We piled in and then something happened, I can’t quite remember what, but I remember thinking, “Oh no, he is going to be mad.”  As I waited for AF’s father to get mad, he opened the car door, cranked up the music, got out, and started dancing!  Dancing in the driveway!  I was shocked and couldn’t believe what I was seeing…so what did we do?  We all go out and joined him dancing in the moonlight, smiling, laughing, shaking our tailfeather.  To AF’s father, thank you for giving me a best friend and for showing us that whatever life throws at you, it is always a good idea to just shake your tailfeather!

AF, I love you, and I know that Daddy will always be looking down on you, smiling and dancing in the heavens to celebrate what a beautiful person you have become!