There are so, so many things I can say about my *Pop*.
I cannot think where to start or even how to describe his impact on who I am as a person. Yeah, me, the one who always knows just what to say and just how to say it.
He has held my hand to lead and guide me throughout my life. Sometimes, he literally takes me by the hand. Other times, his guidance is a word, or a question. Sometimes, it is just a look in response to something I've said or done.
I now know that, subconsciously, I have looked to traces of the best of who my dad is in every man that I have ever dated. The best of who my dad is an amazing thing to behold. His sense of style. His off the wall sense of humor. The way he cares for his famiy, especially the fierce protectiveness of his daughters and quiet pride at how "the girls" are *turning* out - (we are all still works in progress. lol)
Today is his birthday and there will never be a gift that I can give him that would compare to all that he has given me.
My Pop, My hero
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