Our story began long before my time. I was, and you were waiting for me. Probably waited so as not expecting anything else and never in a life time. And you loved me with all your heart, applying his ear to his mother's stomach. I know that when I first shouted something to the world, you cried from happiness. My mother told me that you were standing under the Windows of the family house and shouted something to her choking overwhelms you with feelings. You were waving flowers, which could not be transferred to the ward and sang songs that she didn't hear because the window would not open. And you, knowing this, still continued to shout and to sing. From childhood I remember your hands holding me over the bed. Or how you threw me, screaming with fear and delight, to the very sky. And I always knew that you'd catch me. You were most patient and helpful of all my teachers,even when you picked me up from school with a Love Pavlovna , that you taught me to love and learn the world. You always knew how to take care of me. Well, as know?! Tried. You know, sometimes I missed you and your words. I know you work a lot, but I know that you're doing this for us. Remember, the first thing the first of September in the bows and with a huge gladioli? On the line you were a very proud mom and funny like you got the upgrade, not me. And Remember we ride with you every day in the city listening to songs and singing animals in the car. Remember our fights in high school? Your eyes wanted to sink into the ground, but my plaintive "don't tell your mom" you sighed and covered me. You always rejoice in my success and do everything I'm proud of you. And I'm proud of you, because you know how to make my mom happy. You taught me to respect not only their life but the lives of others. Your lessons will forever remain in my memory. Although, sometimes you yourself drive a car that I want to grab the belt and fasten... to you. You respect my choice. Even when I thought that all the best men already took our mom, I've met someone who reminds me father. He – not you, of course, but looking at it, I often think of you. I remember your first gray hair at his temples and very young eyes. I remember everything, I remember all of it daddy...Daddy don't worry I already grow ,grow in your eyes and you really do not notice. I will always love you. My father. My dad. you will know you always support, whatever happened. you are my strength. You are my rock. Just because you're my father, you are my angel. you are my fortress. Everyone needs a dad. Dad, not a word.