Dads

Dads are a strange thing. I had a step dad when I was a teenager. He was an addict and spent a lot of time in prison because of it, our family struggled. But he loved me and my brother and sisters. When he was clean, he was the best and I loved him even when he wasn’t. He passed away yesterday. I’ll miss him and remember him fondly.
Dads, no matter how many mistakes we make, our kids can remember the good stuff too. Never stop loving your kids, he didn’t, and whatever else, that’s what I choose to remember.

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