To a Father that is held above all others.
Not because he has super powers, or has saved a baby from a burning building.
No. Because growing up, he was not loved like he loves me.
Because at the age of 21, he had, and then lost something that takes years to come back from.
Because he didn’t let that cripple him, but met my mother.
Because he raised me, a crazy ginger boy, more sensitive than your average kid.
Because he provided for a family when it was impossible to make the right decisions.
Because I KNOW we kids weren’t easy to raise.
Because it could have been easy to give up.
Because choosing God meant life would get harder at times.
Because he knew how to live in plenty and in want.
Because modeling a good marriage meant showing his weaknesses, swallowing his pride, and resolving a fight.
Because the years when presents were in low supply were some of the best years we had as a family.
Because I am his “bud” even to this day.
Because he was there for my baseball games, football games, soccer games.
Because after being bullied to the point of tears, he wanted to tear down those kid’s walls and convey my pain.
Because he bailed me out of too many problems I caused.
Because he gave his blessing on my moving overseas, even though I know it killed him inside.
Because he’s proud of me, who I’ve become, and what I have devoted my life to.
Because he chose to be a better father than his own.
Because he told me he loved me every chance he had.
Because at the end of the day, I want to resemble no other man but my Father.
Happy Birthday Dad, I love you so much, and I miss you. I hope that I will be as good of a Father as I’ve seen in you.