Goodbye

Andres Flores
Ole Ole Ole
Philipe Guacamole
Martinez Gonzalez

You were such a great fish
and an even better friend.
I will miss you..
but I won't miss cleaning your tank on a weekly basis.
I enjoyed the five months we shared together
and I will never forget you.

Alright, so I know that was a bit sarcastic,
but the death of my fish was honestly kinda hard for me.
I was pretty much obsessed with that thing! haha.

This tragic event really got me thinkin' about my dad.
Weird, I know.. but let me explain.

When I realized my fish had died,
the first thing I did was told my dad.
It was funny to me that my dad could actually tell how upset I was.
"Awww Suzi, how did he die?? What happened??"
I told him that there was no possible way I could flush my own fish so being the hero he is, he offered to do it for me.

And right there, it hit me:
I am 19 years old and it is amazing to me how much I still depend on my dad.
With Father's Day quickly approaching,
this is my shout out to my Dad.
He is my best friend next to my mom and I am so incredibly lucky to have such awesome parents.

So Dad, thank you for flushing my fish, for being my internet "surfing" partner on our laptops while watching tv, for fixing my flat tire that one time I ran over a curb (oops), for "tipping" me when I run errands for you, for always cooking my dinner separately in an attempt to keep mine as plain and spice-free as possible, for constantly making me laugh with your extrememly lame jokes, for letting mom and I take over the house with our scrapbook stuff, and for loving me no matter what. Like when I can't flush my own dead fish at the age of 19, or when I run over curbs, or because of the fact that I'm so stinkin' picky with my food, or for burying your stuff underneath cardstock and ribbon.

I love you Daddy-O.
Happy Father's Day