This is my father.
My kids call him Poppa.
He never wears cowboy hats.
It's one of the many reasons why I love this picture.
He's top notch.
Funny, but not in a "hey, look how funny I am" sort of way.
Subtly, cleverly funny.
The best kind.
He always seems genuinely interested in what I am saying or doing.
Perhaps sometimes he really isn't, but it doesn't matter because I have never felt that way.
And isn't that the point?
He is currently undergoing chemotherapy for Lymphoma.
And like everything else, he's dealing with it quietly.
He also seems to be winning
But not in a Charlie Sheen way.
Classy. Not crazy.
He's my dad.
And I love him.