My Dad is a good man.
Like others, there are imperfections.
He taught me a lot, by example as well as directly.
A list:
He uses tools.
I use tools.
He smokes.
I don't.
He likes a dark abode.
I like a dark abode.
As I grow older, I recognize more and more, the things he showed me and how I have learned to use that knowledge and how I have been blessed by it.
Thanks Dad.
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