As I usually do, I am thinking about my father. I guess if I had to name one thing I learned from my Dad, it was to not fear hard work, but embrace it. It has served me well throughout my life.
Regrettably, the only time I ever told him I loved him was in the hospital the night before he died. On the other hand, I did get to say it!
I still love you, Dad, and miss you every day.
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