Happy Fathers' Day, Dad.
I miss my Dad, he died in October 2003. We could talk for hours and hours, ramble on and on about politics, crooks that run the countries of the world, and unions.
Just the other day I was singing our national anthem. My noisemaker gave me a very strange look and said 'what are you trying to do - make your Dad roll in his grave?' We laughed.
Even though physically, my Dad is not with me; he always will be in spirit.
My Dad, my hero
Love, Your Daughter
Happy Fathers' Day
YYYYYYYYY
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