He loved our mom and was always faithful to her. He loved us, and had our best in mind always. We were disciplined, yet, he would nudge us to improve, but it never felt motivated by anger… only love. He was quick to forgive. We were taken care of. We did fun stuff and had nice things, but not pampered or spoit because he knew where to draw the line.
He was unselfish. He loved his family – his father, mother, educated his brothers and sisters, and got them married too, all from his savings, despite looking after his immediate family which was us.
He worked hard at his job not because of the money, but because he believed in what he did. He knew when to quit for the day. He loved eating meals together. He lived within his means. He knew the difference between want and need. He cared about people more than money. He looked for opportunities to serve… especially those who couldn’t help themselves, and was also generous.
He was always honest, both to us and to others. I never remember him telling a lie.
He knew the importance of keeping his body healthy – not for vain reasons, but to remain effective to this world as long as possible.