My Dad and I are very much
alike in many ways
Same
school
Same
interests
Similar
opinions
Same
bloodline
But my Dad is two people
He worries about me more than my
mother
He was depressed for weeks after i left for
college
He is quietly most concerned for my
happiness
He thinks about me
He is always there
He would do anything for me
He is first to come get me at the airport
But my Dad is two people
I
fight most with him
We
disagree on everything
His mistrusts my
professional opinion
He
criticizes me most
He distrusts my way of life
He picks on the
work that I do
Very little is ever
good enough
My dad is two people
But i love him. You never realize how much things
mean to you until you are away.
I miss you Dad.