you will never know a man like my father.
at a time of sorrow, he is the man knowing, maybe not all the right things to say, but all the things to say to make you feel warm inside. he is the toughest and sweetest man i have ever met, i would never have survived with out him.
we can laugh together, sing together, even cry together.
he smells like the first breath you inhale when you wake up each morning.
if i am ever lucky enough to find a man like him, i will run, not walk, straight to the alter.
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