37
My father and I never had one of those father-son pissing contests that so many seem to have. Growing up, I thought (and still do) that the sun rose and set upon my dad. When I was 16, I thought him an absolute fount of wisdom, and some of my best memories are of us sitting up late at night, discussing things - the future, my hopes and plans, how things work.
He would sit in his recliner and I would lay on the floor and I felt so proud to sit at his feet, to learn from this man who showed me that true greatness comes from serving others.
Today I turn 37, the same age he was when he sat in that recliner and I sat at his feet. And if there is one thing I do know, it is that he was a far better and wiser man at 37 than I will be 37 years from now.
Thanks for the late night talks, Dad. They meant more to me than I could ever tell you.
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