To the one who taught me most everything I know, including how to keep my eye on the ball, how to shoot a basket, and how to throw a perfect spiral. To the one who who played Twisted Metal 2 with us, always playing as Spector. To the one who often gave in to my begging to make something out of wood. To the one who helped me with math, even when two plus two equalled I don’t know and I don’t care.
To the one who taught me “I want what I want when I want it,” and used it to show me how selfish I was being, but in a nice, somewhat comical way. To the one who could answer any theological question I had. To the one who was the wisest, most gentle, most gray-haired, fun dad…
Happy Birthday, 52.
Steven Scott Murphy | August 28, 1960 — October 8, 2009