The Original Hipster

It doesn’t take Fathers Day for me to think about my Dad. I do all the time. Rachel asked me the other day if all this talk about Fathers was making me sad. A valid question. Thinking about it I had to say no, it doesn’t make me sad. At least no more than the pangs of sadness I get occasionally when I think of how much I miss him. On the contrary, I like thinking about my Dad. Its comforting to me knowing that I knew him. That he was a big part of my like and has helped shaped me to be the person I am today. I like the reminder and I more than anyone is a little surprised by that.

So to Dad… I do miss you but I talk to you every day. And if you could tell me where you left the clothes you’re wearing in this fishing trip, that would be awesome!

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