He's a little bit
taller than me, which is
irritating. He's one of the smartest, most
widely-read men I know. He has a
mind fit for the sewer, and has worked very hard at understanding a
son much more
complicated than he intended.
He's played referee between my mother and myself so many times, I'm amazed his skin isn't in black and white stripes. He taught me how to read, how to drive a stick shift, and how to think.
Right now, I'm watching his body begin to fail and fall apart, and I'm trying to avoid the truth that someday he just won't be there.
I love him more than I can say, and owe him more than I could ever express.