Loss is not a big enough word for what we are feeling. People keep saying that they're sorry for our loss. It's not a loss, our world has been taken away from us. My dad would say "that's a little dramatic, Abby"... but right now we can't go to him for the love and all of the support he so constantly gave us. And that's the thing out my dad, he was a constant. Constantly there, constantly loving unconditionally, constantly cheering us all on along the way. I want to share a million stories that can be a testament to his goodness, there are truly millions. But for now, this is the sweetest one that I am holding on to with every bit of strength I have. If you don't know, I started doing costume design and wardrobe styling in film about six years ago. Just a few months ago, I had taken a commercial job in Los Angeles, my parents live about an hour south. He was so proud of me for every job I did. I called Dad and told him that I would be in Los Angeles and needed some help getting around, as I didn't have a car. He was so damn happy that I was going to be in LA, without he hesitation drove to my hotel in West Hollywood and away we went. He helped me prep, stayed with me at the hotel... I was working until about 3am. He didn't care, he stayed up with me. We woke up early and Daddy took me to keep on working. My brain was overwhelmed, I would be flooded with anxiety, and he would just so easily calm me down. He did all of this, because he wanted to champion my dreams. He wanted to make sure I was successful. That night, we stayed up and listed to Radiohead, ate pizza, he just sat with me, supporting me the whole damn time. Daddy did that for all of us, but for me, his 33 year old princess... he would be there in the blink of an eye, any quick phone call... we talked on the phone every single day, sometimes more than once. I know its silly that I was still his princess, but I was. If we all just have a sliver of his goodness, his selflessness, I know he would be a giddy with joy. A picture of Dad and I at the Botanical Gardens in Denver. He knew every single plant species you could know. The second photo is me in his clothes. He’d be shocked about that.