Something scary happened last week. My sister got admitted to the hospital. She’s fine now but for a long twenty-four hours we thought she might have leukemia or a rare blood disease called TTP. Since she’s half a world away in Hawaii my dad flew me there so she wouldn’t be alone to deal with (expletive of your choice) doctors.

That’s one of the most amazing things about my dad. He may not always be here but we know implicitly he’ll be there if we ask for help.

So thanks, diddy, for being the kind of guy a girl can look up to even as an adult.