When I grew up I wanted to be my like my father, rip 3 years now. There is a picture of me in rubber pants 2 years old helping him paint the dodge pick up with a paint brush. I wanted to be a jack of all trades like him and learned a lot from him. Sadly I think I gained more knowledge than him and am able to do more than he could in some areas. But in some ways he was more successful than me up to the accident. I get by and live comfortably, but I think he did better. Its hard to tell. Some ways yes, some ways no. But in bad times he helped me through and now as I get older slowly paying the cash back now I'm doing better. I really miss the times I could call him up and ask for advice. Its really eery as I catch myself picking the phone up and dialing the number, then a blank stare as I realize he is not here...god I miss him. Even know in some ways he did better than me, I hope he is somewhat proud of me.
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