My Father, Daniel Anthony Farry, was an amazing man. I hate to be the only one who stepped up to make his name known, to show the word just how much grief his passing has caused. So, thank you all, for acknowledging him with me. My father aways said that when he passed, he wanted to be celebrated, not mourned. He was a man of strength and fearlessness, and he loved the world so passionately it hurt just to imagine. He was so powerful, and full of life, but not even my daddy can stop grief when it comes. So, even though we must mourn his loss, we celebrate his life. Because, 1980-2019. The year my grandmother gave my father life, and the year the world took that life away from him. But the most important out of that blip, is the dash between those years. It is his life that matters, the fact that Daniel Anthony Farry lived. He lived. He had a beautiful, amazing, smart wife. My mommy, my amazing mother, who, 16 years ago, gave me life. Amanda, mommy, i love you. He had 6 perfect children, amazing and sweet and smart and strong, all in their own right. I love them all with every bit of love my being has to give, because they give me life. Daniel was full of that same life, feirce and vibrant and seemingly invincible. My father did some unforgivable things in his life, but it makes me love im none the less. He loved us, with all he had to give. He called us his angels, his savoirs. We were nothing short of perfect to him. He was so full of life and love and creativity ad intelligence and absolute vibrancy. It always seemed as though nothing would ever hurt him, he acted as though he would live forever. He didnt deserve to blink out like he did, he didnt deserve to be placed on the back burner and forgotten about, so shame to anyone who thought they could just pretend he was never here. He did not deserve to fade, to leave with a gentle whisper. He deserved a roar, a rip in the sky, the world should have fallen apart because my dad, my loved one, my best friend and science buddy and brain nerd best father friend Dad is gone. And nobody even batted an eye. No one who didnt know him. And even then, most only cried out of an obligation, the idea that because they knew he existed that they ought to pretend. Only a few people even cared. It scares me. Nobody deserves to be forgotten. Nobody, especially not my daddy, the greatest man on earth. I am living, breathing proof Daniel Anthony Farry lived. The blood that coursed through his veins rushes through mine. The heartbeat that thundered in his chest roars in mine. I am my Father's son, every inch of it. I'm sorry i couldnt tell him that sooner. He may not have changed the world, but he changed our world, especially mine. I miss him so much it hurts, the grief overwelms me and makes me unable to breathe. I took him for granted, and i dont intend to let anyone else do the same. But, when he passed, it taught me to love deeper, to be more kind, to be the friend a friend wants to have, to be a better son and a better brother. My dad will always be loved, and i will love my family and protect them while e's away. My Father did not just die, He lived.