There once was a man who was many things. He was a husband and a father and an architect and an officer in the church and a friend. He laughed a lot, and he worked hard. He was sensitive and he was firm. He spanked me and he also hugged me. He was quiet so I didn't always know what he was thinking. But I always knew he loved me. He was a good, good man. And, words do not express how much I loved him. And, words do not express how much I miss him. He was a good, good man.