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I miss my dad, he would’ve been 55. I tried to see him on the day he died, but I was too late.
But it’s ok, thats what he’d say. Don’t cry. It’s alright.
He loved to play guitar, his voice wasn’t perfect, and it was a little raspy, but he loved to play.
My knot was his band, and he played with all his friends.
He could work with his hands and probably build a whole house. I loved working with him doing flooring jobs, being his assistant.
He was a little rough on me when I needed him to be more kind, but I learned many lessons from him and I’m thankful.