He was one hell of a Father

My father was not a perfect man but he was one hell of a father. I remember when I was little, I would go sit on my father’s lap after getting out of the shower. I would say, “you’re so worm” and he would reply, “and you’re a snake.” It was a nightly routine and one I always looked forward to.

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He taught me everything the hard way. I remember when he bought me my first real bike at the age of seven and as soon as we got home, he took off the training wheels. He taught me how to ride my bike on the road in the dark that night and each time I fell, I had to get back on and continue. As a result, I learned how to ride a bike in one night.

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When he taught me how to drive a car for the very first time, he didn’t take me on back roads. He took me on the freeway and he laughed the entire time watching how nervous I was and to top it off, it was a standard. As a result, I learned how to drive a car in one day.

It has been 25 years since I last spoke to him and I will always be grateful for the way he raised me and the time we spent together. I hope he is doing well where ever he is and remembers the time we spent together.

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