Those are some good memories. Yeah when we're kids we don't like when our father whips our ass all up and down the house but we sure are thankful for that corporal punishment when we're older. Taught us respect and right and wrong.
Exactly. I was more afraid of him than the police. He was my law and order and I feared ever disappointing him.
About a week before he passed he told me he was proud of me and loved me. It felt strange but comforting. Then he passed. It's like he knew what was coming even though he was only 58.
Your Pop wasn't that old. My Pop is just shy of 80 and while I don't see him that much I try to text him and send him pictures throughout the week. Because one day I'm going to press send and there won't be a "cool pic, LD dad" with a :-) as a response.
The thing I miss most is just hearing his voice.
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