He was wearing a perfectly fitted suit, and a tightly knotted tie. In the photo, I see my dad as confident, assertive, and filled with an optimism that defied the poverty and political unrest of 1960s Korea.
My father nicknamed me "20 Questions" by the time I was 5 years old. Often times I would blurt out my next question as my parents were still rattling off the answer to the previous one, antsy to address the next puzzle piece in my mind.
Junior knew his dad had to make a change, and that it would not be easy for him. He sat down his father and had one of the hardest conversations a child can have with a parent -- a frank talk about health and weight.
Men are often viewed as the breadwinners and household money managers, but not many people can say their dad is a bona fide personal finance expert. Rachel Cruze, however, is one of the few people who can.
Just once, for your father, take his advice, thank your mother, chew with your mouth closed, stop making that face, finish your chores without any sass-back, and stick to one of these father-friendly films.
There are girls who grow up to be just like their mothers; I hope I do, too. But I also hope, more than anything, that I turn into my father, too, the man who irritates me to no end, but who inspires me even more.
Dads. They're our first heroes. They keep us safe, tell us stories and give us our first piggyback rides. From our earliest moments, dads teach us to laugh, lighten up and toughen up. If we're fortunate, they also teach us about sacrifice and virtue -- a word that means "manly strength."
The last time I saw my father was two years ago at my sister's wedding. The time before that was the year prior on his last day in Florida before moving to Minnesota to start a new life. We had our good-bye at one of our favorite places in Florida, the Morikami Museum and Japanese Gardens.
My dad died 15 years ago this Father's Day. He dropped dead of a heart attack while he was dying of cancer. I felt robbed having prepared myself for saying good bye over the coming months and instead he was just gone. My dad never knew me as a parent but every day he informs how I parent our son.
To me, he was dad -- he could do no wrong. But to her, he was the man she fell in love with. A man who, no matter how wonderful of a person or incredible of a father he was (and he certainly was both of those things), would always be too sick to be a husband.