My father...
What a wonderful post. It brought a lump to my throat too. My dad died when I was 18 and a senior in high school. We never got a chance to go out and have a beer together or just hang out. That has always bothered me.
My son turned 21 on November 1st and I turned 50 on the 16th. For a dual birthday I took him out shopping and bought him a car stereo. Then we went out to a local pub/restaruant and got ourselves a 23 oz draft, clicked our glasses together in a toast and then ate ourselves retarded
. I explained to him how important I thought this was and how much it meant to me.It was a good day.
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