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Of all the people I have known in my life, my father is one of my greatest heros. A man of great integrity and principle, whose wisdom the greater family and community sought after, whose love for me shaped in ways that are remarkable. When dad died from congestive heart failure, I remember sitting by his body and thinking that the torch of wisdom had been passed on to me. I also thought that anyone wishing wisdom from me would be incredibly SOL. One of my cousins expressed to me that my dad said to her, "Bob is my twin." I was moved to tears by that knowledge. I know that I though I can emulate my dad, I can never be exactly like him. The best I can do is take all that my dad modeled for me and do my best to integrate that into the way I live my life.

I feel you hovering around me, your presence, your spirit, a feeling, like fingertips lightly grazing the skin. Ten years have passed since you shook off the coils of this world. Your presence is not some ethereal spirit condemned to haunt a place of past transgression, but more that of a father, connected forever to the ones that he loves. I feel you the strongest when complexities clutter my life, my mind seeking communion with yours, calling out to you as a frightened child cries out for comfort in the predawn hours following a nightmare. Staring into the bathroom mirror I search for your face, in the creases on my forehead the crows feet around my eyes, longing to hear your voice praying a blessing over me as you did for me for so many years before I would go to bed. Formed and shaped by your DNA, yet, as each snowflake is created distinctly different and beautiful by our loving Creator I realize that I am like you and so unlike you, similar yet never quite the same. Gratitude born long before my birth, I rejoice in having walked alongside you for fifty-two years, a man of great faith, dressed to the “T’s in integrity and dignity. Many look upon your image and call you “iron man”, one who has been tested and proven worthy, one able to bear life’s great and heavy burdens. For me, you will always be “my dad”, devoted to God and to his family. One who loved me into existence. Happy Birthday, Dad.

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Date: 2/11/2020 10:16:00 PM
This so touching and captivating.
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