As a little girl, I followed my dad around like his clone. I was his clone and am still very much a reflection him. I have his big, curly hair and most importantly, his sense of humor. Recently in life, I discovered I also have his 110% attitude. When we care about something, we never do it half-assed. Unlike my sister and my mother, whom I consider my best friend, my father and I have a sense of humor riddled with crass and inappropriate jokes. At family dinners, while my sister and mother would try to remain "proper" my father and I would sit next to each other, whispering in each other's ear. He was my biggest support in life, whether it was when I decided to go back to school, during my improv career or just participating in banal activities. And on November 28th, 2012, he died of a heart attack on the train. It was his daily commute, into Manhattan where he worked as a Stock Broker. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him. He had no pre-consisting heart problems but because his father had died at the age of 59, of the same cause, my father always had the same fear. I didn't. He was my father and he was invincible. He wasn't perfect; far from it. He had a bad temper and was an idiot around technology but I loved him all the same. He coached my sister and me in all of our childhood sports. Remember when I said he gave his all? Well he didn't just "coach" our teams, he created olympics for my friends for prizes. He took a long time coming up with challenges but I think he enjoyed doing this almost as much as we enjoyed playing them. On long car rides, my father created Jeopardy games, with cash prizes, for us. As we got older, the cash prizes got larger, but he did not care. We would argue over answers but that was just part of the game. He loved telling jokes and made sure everyone knew that he was funny. He was not a modest man, but he didn't have to be. He was remarkable and amazing. And he loved his daughters more than anything. Everyone keeps telling me how proud he was of me and how much he loved me. The beauty in this is that I knew. I never not knew. He told me every day. As I got older (I'm 25 now) our relationship became more of a friendship. I would talk about dating, school everything. He always had advice and always wanted to see me happy. We'd go to lovely dinners and Broadway shows. He was usually my date. Dating doesn't usually go well with me.There is nothing he died not knowing about me and I will forever be thankful about this. While I wish I told him how appreciative I was of him, for everything he gave me, I believe he knew that, too. What I will miss the most are the little things, his distinctive walk and voice which I will never forget or the way he had Trader Joe's coffee candy wrappers everywhere. However, what I will truly miss is him, my biggest fan and support. I love you Daddy and will miss you every day for the rest of my life.