I give a shout out to all the dads I know, the good ones, the bad ones, and mine.
First off, to the good ones I know, like my brothers. Keep on keepin' on. I want to be just like you when i grow up.
To the bad ones: Try harder. Keep your daughters off the pole and your sons out of prison.
To my dad: I miss you. You were hilariously funny, and your children still recount your stories when we get together. You were strong willed, and stubborn to a fault, but you believed what you believed without apology. You were proud of your children, and we did you proud. I miss talking to you about things like the Yankees and the Knicks, which you loved passionately. When we couldn't talk about much else, we always had that. You did the best you could with what you had, and it's taken me nearly two years after you've departed to understand that, to accept that.
To my father, I hope to continue to do you proud. Rest well.