reflecting on Dad

This weekend between Father’s Day and Independence Day (USA), I was reflecting on a few things. What it means to be a dad. What my Dad means to me. In that spirit, I present this portrait of my Father, who drove four days and over 3,000 miles to see me this weekend.

Love ya, Dad.

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