My father wasn’t always the best dad
But he did the best he could
And I wasn’t always the best son
But my dad always understood
We didn’t always see eye to eye
And I argued way too much
When I grew up and moved away
I didn’t always keep in touch
But as we both grew older
We grew closer as father and son
I found out what being a Dad was like
And understood the things he had done
God called him home several years ago
And the memories at time make me sad
But I know he’ll always love me
Because he’s forever, my Dad. |
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