My dad and I never really talked about music. We just didn't have that common ground. We were close and he loved me like I was his own - he came in to my life when I was 4 and passed away when I was on the cusp of 23 - but he was often working two jobs to make ends meet and wasn't around as much as I wish he would've been. You know, "Cats in the Cradle" shit.
That said, he was a beautiful human, possessed a very kind heart and incredible work ethic, and I'm proud to say that I see many of his better qualities in myself. He was the rock of our family and a role model for me in multiple aspects of my life. Happy Father's Day, big guy. I miss you. Hey...wait. I do remember he liked and listened to "Mack the Knife" by Bobby Darin from time to time. It's the only song I remember him caring about. Not a bad choice at all. This one's for you, dad. 💖
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