My dad was:
A teacher,
marked up my English papers, endless lectures on Mesoamerica.
A gourmet cook,
chicken mushroom alfredo, tomato basil salad.
A craftsman,
the one who made his own Halloween costumes.
A movie lover,
the one who took us to see Back to the Future and The Goonies four times each in the theater.
A sentimentalist,
the one who framed every card we made him.
A husband,
someone who stood by his wife no matter where she was.
A parent,
the one who took care of us, woke us up for school on time, every day.