We never spoke deeply about him being gay,but it was insinuated in our conversations.I wished we had talked more about what he was going through rather than my issues.I has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder as well as anxiety issues,which was another reason why I was different.My father had a bit of OCD too,so he understood what I was going through.Whenever I was moody,emotional,or had a tough day at school,my father was there for me.Though all of the ups and downs in life, he was always a sourse of comfort. As far back as I can remember,there was a song that dad used to sing to me.I will never forget it’s melodious sooting words.”You are my sunshine,my only sunshine;you make me happy when skies are grey;you’ll never know, dear how much I love you…please don’t take my sunshine away.”He was like a big teddy bear,who knew just what I needed to feel better.He taught me to trust in God no matter what,and to always be myself.Finally, he taught me to stand on my own, whether he knew it or not.