The older I get, the more respect I have for you and what you did to try and protect, and help me, while I was growing up in a way my sisters didn’t have. You made sure never to talk bad about my mother when I was growing up even though she was causing problems for both of us constantly, even when I complained about things I heard her say. You would distract me and help me come to terms with what happened, but you never talked badly because that isn’t good for a kid to hear psychologically. You were there for me in those early years that she wasn’t and I will never forget that.
I know now that you weren’t perfect with my sisters, who weren’t your kids, but you are still my hero. You tried to treat them like your own and were always there for me. I feel like I could tell you almost anything and you wouldn’t judge me which is something I value so much these days. I see you as the person you are now that I’m older, but I will forever value everything you’ve taught me morally over the years. You will never know how much I value and think about all of our conversations in the car on the way to your old apartment over those 10 years; I am grateful for all the time you spent explaining different parts of life to me at even the age of 5.
Thank you for everything Dad,