From the bottom of my heart I truly wish I was able to say that I am living a nice, calm, quiet and relaxing life. I wish I could but I can 't most unfortunately with all the business meetings, exceedingly long client lists, late nights arriving home to my husband and two children it is accurate to say that the best two words one can use to describe my life would be helter skelter. However, there is a bright light at the end of this dark and repetitive tunnel that I designate to be my life and that light, is none other than Howard Ramos. My father, strong intuitive, kind, caring, and dashingly handsome there are many adjectives I could use to describe my dad. I will not utilize all of them however for I fear that I will lose daylight while doing so and I don 't see particularly well in the dark My father has always been there for me regardless of what type of turmoil I find myself in, and for that, above all else, he will continuously be my hero.
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he stands at 6"4 and is roughly 220 pounds. His hair is a sleek jet black that is just long enough to be considered shoulder length. Regardless of the jagged scar he has just below his right eye that he obtained in a knife fight with an enemy in the war he is strikingly handsome which is a good thing, I suppose, as people compare our likeness all the time. He has dark storm gray eyes that are the color of iron ore and high fairly proportioned cheekbones to go along with his light brown skin complexion. Being a war veteran and a gym rat he is in quite good shape as well. However behind y fathers mysterious eyes and his dazzling smile housing 32 perfectly shaped teeth the color of a fresh sheet on January snow there lays a choir who sings a lamentation of pure sorrow. Perhaps one day before he reaches his death bed he will deem it fit to tell me, his only child, what ails his heart to such an
he stands at 6"4 and is roughly 220 pounds. His hair is a sleek jet black that is just long enough to be considered shoulder length. Regardless of the jagged scar he has just below his right eye that he obtained in a knife fight with an enemy in the war he is strikingly handsome which is a good thing, I suppose, as people compare our likeness all the time. He has dark storm gray eyes that are the color of iron ore and high fairly proportioned cheekbones to go along with his light brown skin complexion. Being a war veteran and a gym rat he is in quite good shape as well. However behind y fathers mysterious eyes and his dazzling smile housing 32 perfectly shaped teeth the color of a fresh sheet on January snow there lays a choir who sings a lamentation of pure sorrow. Perhaps one day before he reaches his death bed he will deem it fit to tell me, his only child, what ails his heart to such an