2020, Hardeeville, SC, USA
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I used to say that my father was my favorite person because we got each other. We understood exactly what each other was talking about because whatever we were talking about, I got from him and he knew that I was echoing his thoughts back to him which made for a conversation between kindred spirits and minds. The fact that I will miss our chats the most makes me realize that my father is now nowhere forever; I will never be able to interact with him the way we used to. Flaws and all, to me, he epitomized the fathers that every little boy wanted to be like when they grew up. I’m glad that I often told him while he was alive how much I loved and admired him, no matter how high (or taller) I got, I would always be looking up at him. Saying you’re just like your father is such a badge of honor even more so now while it affirms that I’m made up of the “stuff” that was the best parts of him. I’m a man, I’m the son of a man and if I am as good to the world as I felt that he was to me, I will some day leave this realm with no regrets.
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1977, Morris Road, souf’est DC
Me & My Dad
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Daddy and Me
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