so it’s safe to say that i’m a daddy’s girl, many of my dad’s old friends say that when i’m around, they feel like he’s around. they say we carry the same sort of energy and vibe and that are mannerisms are similar. i’m crazy about my old man for so many reasons. i respect that he’s been married to my mom for forty-two years. i love that when i go home i can hang out with both of them like i have since i was a kid. my dad takes his role as father very seriously. i don’t think he was ever late picking me up and i didn’t learn to drive till i was 25 (seven years ago) so he would pick me up quite a bit as you could imagine. what i respect the most about him, is that he was born in the most economically depressed country in the western hemisphere, haiti and although it’s difficult to exist as an immigrant in a country and be estranged from those closest to you. he’s made it work for himself on so many levels. while he accepted the limitations of being a foreigner he figured out how to carve a comfortable life for himself here. somehow on a working class salary, he put my two sisters and i through private school for our entire education (grade school through high school) sent us all off to college, provided us with comfortable home to live in and gave us a strong sense of security. i could go on and on about him, but i think the one thing that resonates with me the most is time. at various points in my childhood, based on my needs or that of my sisters he would adjust his schedule, so that he could be more present and this has made a tremendous impact on me. he didn’t buy me things often, but he made sure he was around to take us on long bike rides and train my sister for her track meets and make pistachio pudding with us. since he is not much of a consumer, i’d often write him letters on father’s day, as i know how powerful words are to him in lieu of anything store bough. so this is my little tribute to the first man in my life, the father, the grandpa, the husband, the builder, the cancer survivor, the philosopher, the activist, and thinker. i feel incredibly blessed to have come from him, to have been raised by him and to be a part of his family. there is nothing like time and i feel incredibly grateful that he gave and continues to give his so generously.