I'm remembering my father today, now gone for 12 years. He was very hard working, honest, unselfish and he always tried to be a good father. To a very great extent I am the product of his example except that I am less hard working, honest, and unselfish. I remember when I was probably 6 or 8 he built me a very nice desk. He made me stilts. he took me fishing and to baseball games even though neither of us cared for fishing or baseball. He tried so hard to do the best for me. Having been born when my mother was age 41 was probably a burden but I never thought I was. And like so many sons, I didn't fully appreciate him until much later. I never told him I loved him. I realize now how lucky I was to have such a good father.
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