
The man that raised me, supported me, loved me and influenced my life for the last 38 years is not my biological father. He's much more -- he's my "Dad".
Any guy with functioning plumbing can be a "father." Being a Dad takes so much more I think. With two girls of "my own", it seems almost ingrained in me to love and care for them. It's easy. Much easier than loving on someone else's kids.
Not many guys are capable of raising someone else's biological child as if they were his own. But my Dad did. I never felt for a minute that I wasn't his son. His nickname for me growing up was "Champ."
Hopefully my words today convey who the real champ was, and is. Thanks Dad.
1 comment:
That is very touching Duane...I know Dad appreciates your thoughts as well.
~Your Little Sister
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