I just spent a week with my dad in the hospital. It is hard to see him suffering. As daddy gets weaker, I see him growing older by the minute. I remember a time when I thought my dad could do anything. Well ... he could.
I remember a time when I never made a decision without asking him what he thought. OK ... maybe I didn't follow his advice but I nearly always asked.
I remember a time when I pursued perfection because he thought I was perfect. Yeah ... what a shock when I found out I wasn't!
Remember ... I love you daddy!
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