My dad was one of the hardest working men I knew. He was a brickmason and loved his work. He was very private and laid back. He never let other people rattle him. He took everything in stride, even when others tried to use or abuse him. Even after a quadruple bypass, he still continued to work because it was his passion. Everyone loved him because he was such a nice man. Even though he became so ill and in immense pain toward the end, he never became bitter. He still was the nicest, sweetest man one could ever know. We will all miss him tremendously.