Tuesday, April 13, 2021
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To my Dad,
Not the man taken by his addiction, or the man who struggled to control his demons; the man who raised me and taught me love in ways unbound by limits. The man who taught me how to wipe my ass and run a raid in World Of Warcraft (not at the same time). The man who, without a doubt, supported my every dream and rooted me on for those bittersweet sober years.
I wish you could have seen me fully transition into the man I am, and I wish you could have stood with me at the altar when I finally get married to my best friend, and I wish I could have told you just how much I loved you when you were alive.
I missed you for those years we hadn’t spoken, I missed you my whole damn life, and I’ll continue missing you until I can see you again one day.
Your hugs were so warm and secure in a world so cold and unstable, and I will sorely miss them.
Rest well, cornholio. May wherever you are have TP for your bunghole. I love you.
From your eldest son & sweet baby peanut,
Andy
