I don't think I ever say enough of it, but Dad, I love you. It's hard to see how you are already growing old, while I still haven't yet so. I can tell the fierceness dying down while you grow sensitive by the minute.
I was never so good at being nice, I doubt I ever will, but perhaps before it's too late, I'll get to hold you in my arms, hold me in your arms.
Happy birthday, Dad. I love you.
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