Love Dead

So yesterday I'm sitting at work when I get an email from my dad. It reads:
Do you know when the FBR Gold tourney is this year?
Dead

WTF?? I immediately respond to my dad...
Just got your email... first do you mean the FBR Open, like the golf tournament? And second, when you wrote Dead... did you mean Dad??

Turns out by gold he meant golf and dead was in fact dad.
He wrote me back saying he didn't know what happened... in fact he was a little concerned.. claiming maybe the "old age" was kicking in.
Then he signed it: Love, Dad (Dead)

It was hilarious... I'm not sure if I should be worried about my dad... but for the moment... I am just laughing.. and now I hope, so are you.

Daddy

The first man to ever hold my hand.
The first man to kiss me goodnight.
The first man to soothe me to sleep.
The first man to ever make me feel safe.

The first man to encourage my dreams.
The first man to make me realize how special I am.
The first man to tell me to settle for nothing less than success.
The first man to believe I was more than a housewife.

The first man to tell me I was beautiful.
The first man to instill in me a sense of self worth.
The first man to make me understand what I deserved from the people in my life.
The first man to pick me up and dust me off when I was let down.

The first man to wipe away my tears.
The first man to tell me it was going to be alright and really make me believe it.
The first man who could make me feel better without saying a word.
The only man who has yet to break my heart.

My dad...
My friend...
My confidante...
The man I've always admired, looked up to and felt lucky to have.