My father’s name was Douglas Lee Taylor. The name Douglas means dark river, or black hills. That is nothing at all like him. My definition for Douglas is a man who everyone loved; who everyone wanted to have as a best friend, who everyone thought was hilarious. He built confidence in people. When I was a lot younger, my daddy always told me that if I wanted to climb a mountain and touch the clouds that touched the stars, I could. Ever since then, I have always wanted to climb the highest mountain in the world, and I hope I will someday. My favorite times with Dad were when I was a lot younger. I would have a heck of a day and cry, and then when my Daddy got home, he would take me into his arms and walk me around the cull-de-sack. He walked me around the cull-de-sack until I was asleep in his arms, or until I stopped crying and had a big smile on my face. Dad always had a way of making me feel better. He always told me that I was more like him than anyone he knew. It was almost as if we had the same body. Whenever I was sick, he was sick. Whenever I was hungry or thirsty, he was too. But that is just an example. My Dad’s favorite book to read me when I was little and tucked into bed was The Little Bunny Foo Foo. He would read it to me at least twice every night he could, because he said he thought the bunny rabbit was just like our kitty Tom. Tom was my Daddy’s favorite animal in the world, because he is a real weird cat. Sometimes Dad would wake me up in the middle of the night to show me what new funny thing that fat cat was doing, and took a lot of pictures of him when he was sleeping in the salad bowl. The cat rarely stayed inside, but whenever my Daddy was home, he would suddenly appear after three days and lie on top of him, or on his laptop because it was warm. That darn cat never loved anyone as much as he did my Dad. My dad never really liked our old golden Retriever, Murphy. Murphy always jumped in joy and shedded all over his suit. But one day, my Daddy was really sick and was throwing up everywhere. Murphy laid beside him the whole day rubbing his head on my Daddy’s hand. Daddy didn’t mind him much after that. Daddy was the best impressionist on the planet Earth. One night, Dad came home with the funniest story about when he went to Nordstrom’s to pick out a jacket. There was this lady standing there who had a small thread on her clothes. When she took it off, she was spreading out the long thread as if in welcoming arms. Daddy, of course, didn’t see the thread and thought she was some lady he hadn’t seen in forever opening for a hug. So, my daddy gives her a big hug and says, “How are you!” But when his impressions got going, it was about this gay salesman who tried to help him get a jacket and insisted on a bomber jacket because he did not have a behind, or a “caboose”. Daddy ended up wearing that bomber jacket every day of his life after that. It did look real nice. Dad had such a love and passion for everything, and tried to make everyone laugh, which he succeeded in most of the time. He loved his friends and he loved his family. He loved the ranch, too. The reason why I am not worried about my daddy is because of a dream we both had the same night. In my dream, I was lying in bed and turned over. There I saw Papa Tex, my dad’s dad, sitting there on my desk chair smiling at me. He was wearing the usual outfit I remembered him by, a collared shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and his fish bolo tie. I said, “ Hi Papa Tex! How’s Heaven!” He was still smiling and said, “Oh, it’s real nice. I made a lot of friends.” I thought about my Dad. “So how’s my daddy doing? I haven’t seen him in a while; summer has been way too hectic. What going to happen with him?” I asked. “Well, don’t you worry about a thing. You’re daddy is going to be just fine. The Lord knows what’s happening and he says your daddy will be fine. Everything is going to be okay from now on,” he said, “Now lay your head down and go to sleep.” So, I turned over and went to sleep. The next morning, I found my chair in the exact position my Papa Tex had set it at, and it wasn’t like that the night before. That night, my daddy came over to cook us our favorite meal, fried shrimp, rice, and salad. While my Dad and I were making it, I told him about the dream. He asked me when I had it and I told him. He said, “Really? That’s funny, I had a dream with Papa Tex in it too!” He told me that he had this horrible dream and how he was worried and scared, then Papa Tex came into his dream and said, “Son, everything is going to be okay now.” I was surprised. But when my Daddy died, I thought, “He’s in Heaven with Papa Tex now, maybe that’s what he was trying to say to us.” Thank you.