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My dad was a lot of things. He was a Navy man. He loved rock and roll, working on cars, and riding Harley-Davidson motorcycles. They called him Popeye because of his time in the Navy and the huge forearms he built working with his hands. One of the things I remember most is the smell of cigarettes. His wife hated that he smoked, but as a kid, I loved that smell because it meant Dad was around. And Dad wasn’t always around. He worked constantly, often overtime, to keep a roof over our heads and clothes on our backs. So when he was home, it almost felt like Christmas. One of my earliest memories is him teaching me to shoot a BB gun in our backyard, cigarette in his hand. He had a tattoo of a knife with a snake wrapped around it. He’d lost two fingers in a work accident. He had a stab wound from a drug deal gone bad. He rode Harleys and worked on cars. As a kid, I thought my dad was the coolest, toughest guy alive. He could be stoic and tough, but also completely ridiculous. One minute he’d be working on a car, hands covered in grease. The next, he’d pull his shirt over his head and start quoting Beavis and Butt-Head. That’s where I got it from As I got older, things became complicated. There were things happening at home I couldn’t understand as a child. I only knew my dad was gone more and more, sometimes for a year at a time. I was around ten or twelve, when a boy starts figuring out who he’ll become. I wanted my dad. When he wasn’t there, I looked to characters in movies and books to piece together what I thought a man was supposed to be. For years, part of me wondered why my dad had left me. It wasn’t until I became a man myself that I began to understand him. Sometimes leaving a situation doesn’t mean leaving the people you love. And I realize now that even when I thought Dad wasn’t teaching me how to become a man, he was. He taught me through the life he lived. He sacrificed so much to make sure his children had what they needed. He worked when he could have rested. He went without so we didn’t have to. One thing he taught me was simple: Stand up straight. Chest out. I still carry myself that way. But the greatest thing he taught me was something he never had to explain: One of the purest forms of love is sacrifice. Toward the end of his life, something changed between us. We started having real conversations about marriage, women, life, our mistakes, our dreams, and sometimes just movies. I wasn’t a little boy talking to his father anymore. We were two men talking to each other. And I treasured that. Somewhere inside me, I felt our time was running out So I started working toward something. I wanted to get us a house. I wanted Dad to live with me, get healthy, and finally have a place where he didn’t have to struggle. After everything he sacrificed to give me a future, I wanted to give something back. I worked as hard and as quickly as I could. I just wasn’t fast enough. That is probably the hardest part of losing him. I miss his voice. His stories. Our conversations. But more than anything, I miss the time I thought we still had. I miss the house we never got to move into. The mornings I thought we’d have there. The conversations we hadn’t had yet. I miss getting to take care of the man who spent so much of his life taking care of me. For a long time, I thought there were years when my dad wasn’t there to teach me how to become a man. Now I know I was wrong. Because everything I am carries something he gave me. My strength. My willingness to take risks. My work ethic. My ridiculous sense of humor. The way I stand with my chest out when life gets difficult. Dad, I wish I could have given you the ending I planned for us. That house. Those years. A few hundred more long conversations. But if I couldn’t give you the future I wanted, the least I can do is spend mine carrying forward what you gave me. You made me the man I am. I hope that wherever you are, when you look at the man your son became, you’re proud. Stand up straight. Chest out. I love you, Dad.
My dad was a lot of things. He was a Navy man. He loved rock and roll, working on cars, and riding Harley-Davidson motorcycles. They called him Popeye because of his time in the Navy and the huge forearms he built working with his hands. One of the things I remember most is the smell of cigarettes. His wife hated that he smoked, but as a kid, I loved that smell because it meant Dad was around. And Dad wasn’t always around. He worked constantly, often overtime, to keep a roof over our heads and clothes on our backs. So when he was home, it almost felt like Christmas. One of my earliest memories is him teaching me to shoot a BB gun in our backyard, cigarette in his hand. He had a tattoo of a knife with a snake wrapped around it. He’d lost two fingers in a work accident. He had a stab wound from a drug deal gone bad. He rode Harleys and worked on cars. As a kid, I thought my dad was the coolest, toughest guy alive. He could be stoic and tough, but also completely ridiculous. One minute he’d be working on a car, hands covered in grease. The next, he’d pull his shirt over his head and start quoting Beavis and Butt-Head. That’s where I got it from As I got older, things became complicated. There were things happening at home I couldn’t understand as a child. I only knew my dad was gone more and more, sometimes for a year at a time. I was around ten or twelve, when a boy starts figuring out who he’ll become. I wanted my dad. When he wasn’t there, I looked to characters in movies and books to piece together what I thought a man was supposed to be. For years, part of me wondered why my dad had left me. It wasn’t until I became a man myself that I began to understand him. Sometimes leaving a situation doesn’t mean leaving the people you love. And I realize now that even when I thought Dad wasn’t teaching me how to become a man, he was. He taught me through the life he lived. He sacrificed so much to make sure his children had what they needed. He worked when he could have rested. He went without so we didn’t have to. One thing he taught me was simple: Stand up straight. Chest out. I still carry myself that way. But the greatest thing he taught me was something he never had to explain: One of the purest forms of love is sacrifice. Toward the end of his life, something changed between us. We started having real conversations about marriage, women, life, our mistakes, our dreams, and sometimes just movies. I wasn’t a little boy talking to his father anymore. We were two men talking to each other. And I treasured that. Somewhere inside me, I felt our time was running out So I started working toward something. I wanted to get us a house. I wanted Dad to live with me, get healthy, and finally have a place where he didn’t have to struggle. After everything he sacrificed to give me a future, I wanted to give something back. I worked as hard and as quickly as I could. I just wasn’t fast enough. That is probably the hardest part of losing him. I miss his voice. His stories. Our conversations. But more than anything, I miss the time I thought we still had. I miss the house we never got to move into. The mornings I thought we’d have there. The conversations we hadn’t had yet. I miss getting to take care of the man who spent so much of his life taking care of me. For a long time, I thought there were years when my dad wasn’t there to teach me how to become a man. Now I know I was wrong. Because everything I am carries something he gave me. My strength. My willingness to take risks. My work ethic. My ridiculous sense of humor. The way I stand with my chest out when life gets difficult. Dad, I wish I could have given you the ending I planned for us. That house. Those years. A few hundred more long conversations. But if I couldn’t give you the future I wanted, the least I can do is spend mine carrying forward what you gave me. You made me the man I am. I hope that wherever you are, when you look at the man your son became, you’re proud. Stand up straight. Chest out. I love you, Dad.
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