5 Things: TEN Things. For Hugh.

I haven't felt like writing/blogging/anything for a while because I've been really sad.... which, thinking about it, should be a great time to write. But I just can't. Or couldn't. This is at least an attempt, even if I don't post it. A man I love like a father died about a week ago. I didn't get to say goodbye, and though I was kind of "ready", I wasn't ready. I had a lot to say to him that I didn't get to say, but I believe in my heart he has heard me now. These ten things are things that made him "him"; but only in a superficial way. What truly made him "him" was his family most of all; followed by his friends, his love of people, his love of doggies, and his huge charitable heart. He never met a stranger and went out of his way to make people feel welcome in any situation; not even just welcome...he made people feel like family. Anyone who knew him would only have to read this list once to know it's about him. Actually, #1 would do it. I love you, HAF. Thank you for being in my life.

1. Hood ornaments. Labradors, to be exact. On every car (trans: Ford Explorer) he owned, to be exact.
2. Brooks Brothers. With monogram, of course.
3. Dewar's Scotch. Period.
4. "Pahdnah" (trans: Partner)
5. Jack Russell doggies. The kind that eat toast and get fat.
6. "Hey, I'm vertical." ...his trademark response to "How are you?"
7. Golf. Golf golf golf golf golf.
8. "(Insert whatever word applied)-meister."
9. Beach dancing with his daughter. My best friend in the world.
10. The Great White Biscuit.

Thanks for touching the world, Hughmeister. It's already different without you.