My Dad was born to be a father. He helped with homework, and encouraged our curiosity. He sang us to sleep, and told us stories. He rubbed our feet, and scratched our backs. He took us on adventures, and taught us to appreciate what we had. He didn’t let us go to bed angry, and acted a fool to make us laugh. It’s been 12 years since I last hugged him. Over 10 since I last heard him tell me that he loves me. Most of the anger has dissipated. Gratitude has grown in it’s place. The good outweighs the bad. He was flawed. But we were loved. I miss you always. Love you big much. 💗
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