“Thank you” — that was the last thing he said to me when we were together. It brought tears to my eyes then, and still does now. I always called him, “my father, my father,” because he was so much more than just a dad. He was a rhythm, a joy, and a quiet strength in our lives. He danced with his whole heart. As kids, he would lift us high in the air while dancing, filling the house with laughter and making us feel like we could fly. Those joyful moments captured the essence of who he was, full of life, full of love, light in every sense. Dad was a giver, not just of things, but of himself. He gave his time, his wisdom, his presence, always with humility and a gentle smile. He didn’t need to be loud to be heard, his kindness and sincerity spoke volumes. He worked hard and lived simply, meeting every challenge with a carefree spirit. No matter what life brought, he held onto his joy and never lost his sense of humor. He was jovial, loving, and full of warmth. His laughter brought ease, and his presence brought peace. He made everyone feel special effortlessly. I carry him with me still in every dance, in every laugh, and in the quiet acts of love that echo through my life. His legacy is one of gentleness, honesty, and enduring joy. Thank you, Dad, for being our strength, our example, and our friend. We love you deeply. We always will. Kehinde Kekere...