My Father

I do not even know where to start. I can not even find the words. It is tough to think my life will go on without the single most influential person...my driving force. My father taught me how to act, my father taught me how to be, my father taught me to love, my father taught me how to enjoy every single moment. One of his famous quotes was "Every day above ground is a good day". I think about those words every day, when I am sad, when I am lonely, when I am busy working, when I am aggravated, when I am happy, when I lose, when I win. Going over his words over and over again, I believe I am starting to understand what he truely meant. He meant that even though life can be shit sometimes (and trust me I have been down shit road many of times), we are all just lucky to be alive. If we can all value life the way he did the world would be a much better place. Life is to fucking short to worry about the small stuff.


All my father ever needed was his friends and his family. He was so proud of his family, of me and Casey, it would radiate out of him. I would make fun of him because he was just so corny sometimes with us. Not that many sons out there would say I love you to their fathers but he would make me say it everyday. I understand why he was the was he was. He lost his parents at a young age of around 15 and he loved them very much. It made him understand how precious life is and how to cherious the ones you love the most.


My father was the coolest Dad any kid could ask for. He coached me in all my sports growing up, actually one of the main reasons he went to Yaleet, during the time, was so could have more time to coach me and Casey. Casey stopped playing soccer but I continued and we won together as father and son, 12 championships. 6 little league championships, 4 soccer, and 2 basketball. Man all of those memories. I still have a couple game balls that he would hand out. He would write your game stats on the ball so you could keep the memory.

One the funniest and fondest memories growing up, Casey can back me up on this :), was that he would put on these theatrical shows for us during the evenings. He was pretty creative with his shows and took them pretty seriously. What I remember still to this day was him singing "Ain't No Mountain Higher" the Diana Ross version. Not only was he singing and dancing at the highest point of his vocal octive and craziest dancing abilities but he was also wearing a blanket drapped around his back like a cape. Just picture my father singing Diana Ross and doing the whole show and hopefully that will put a smile on your face. Well I am out and peace out.

-Chris Cheffo