My dad and I had a very complicated, and sometimes adversarial, relationship. We shared the same name, but other than that there wasn’t a whole lot that we had in common. However, he was my dad and I loved him. He’s been gone now for almost 8 years, and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him. Happy birthday, Pops!
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