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Everyone has one, their Dad I mean, some are good, some are bad. As fate would have it mine was a little of both, mostly good but occasionally not so much. Life determines the percentage and the balance of good and bad and it isn’t til much later that we get some insight on what made the difference.

I know others who have had the pendulum swing wildly in the bad direction. To those people I say, I’m sorry, I wish it could have been different. But I wasn’t there and I can do nothing about the past, only try to understand your pain.

To those whose Fathers were good and I suspect that would be most of you, I say, you are very lucky, be thankful. As a father myself I know that there were untold number of instances where I could have done better but didn’t, for that I tell my own that I am sorry, but know that I always loved you and will forever. My greatest joy is knowing that you are my sons. I leave you with this old poem that has always struck a chord with me

They F*** you up, your Mom and Dad

They do not mean to but they do,

They give you all the Faults they had

And some extra just for you.