Something I miss
This one is easy. I miss my dad. I wasn't as close with my dad as I am with my mom, but we were close enough that I knew I could trust his advice, tell him things in confidence and argue with him empathically and he'd still love me. This is going to be a two part blog post because in a few days I will talk about the difficult time in my life when I lost my dad. My dad was stubborn, set in his ways but he loved people. As a child growing up I'd watch my dad make friends with everyone he met, he was always kind and considerate even when he wasn't getting along with the other person. He was definitely the person that introduced me to some very surprising terms in my youth, especially because he always had a wide range of people around him. I know my dad was a bit racist, but I also know even with his beliefs he always gave everyone a chance to prove him wrong. I'd say 9 times out of 10 the person did and my dad would let bygones be bygones. My dad had the wor...