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So this is about the "R." 

I'm not going to spout some cliché about how we all eventually turn into our parents, because it's not necessarily true for everyone. It does happen to be true for me, at least by all acounts of people who have known the two of us. The difference is that I was lucky enough to have always wanted to be the kind of man my father was.

Some traits have been deliberately cultivated, while others have even caught me off guard with how close to the tree this apple has found itself. Even some of the, well let's just say, less than ideal quirks have found their way to me. But good or bad, I am proud of who I have turned into, and that through it all I have still managed to stay my own person. If I had a time machine and went back in time, I would never be confused for my father, but there would be a family resemblance... in more than just our looks.

I'm not going to delve too much into things with this post, as I have way too much to say on this particular topic and I do need to get some rest.

A huge part of who I am has to do with the man who raised me, and even if he will never read any of the words I have--or will--write about him, I still owe him a very long and drawn out tribute... in the ony way I know how.

And six years later, I'm still trying to figure out exactly what that way is.