My Pap was and will forever be the greatest man that I have known. I've never experienced anything more special in my life than the bond we shared. Whenever I had a problem or conflict, I came to him for support. Always. He taught me to give my all and the power of prayer. He gave absolutely everyone a chance and didn't judge. When I think about him, I think of Jesus. Jesus was kind to all and accepted the outcasts especially. My Nana told me stories of how he helped many homeless by providing them a shower, food, and money. He showed me the value of volunteering and giving. This man would always put others first, instead of himself. He was a real disciple of God. I imagine you arriving to heaven. You're not hunched over. You stand tall with a straight back. Your pain has diminished. You begin to take steps and walk quicker and quicker. Each and every person you've touched greets with smiles. They're all clapping. Biscuit and Bella run to your side. You see Uncle Jerry with your Mom and Dad. Jesus embraces you and whispers, “You've made it Paul.” You are free. One of my favorite quotes is from the movie, “Big Fish.” It states, “A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.” We must keep his spirit alive by sharing memories together. I will tell my children. They will tell their children and so on. You are an honor. Thank you for being my Pap, my best friend, and most of all my Dad. Death ends a life, but not a relationship.