There are too many memories to know which one to post. How can I possibly write anything about my dad that could do his life or our relationship justice? No one could tick me off like my dad nor could support me like he could. We somehow had a knowingness about each other. I might venture to say (though he'd balk at the mere mention) we had a deeply spiritual connection; maybe even Karmic. Life was not a cake walk for us but we always recovered and in the end there is no one I loved more than my dad. He was unconventional and cooky at times but he knew me more than I knew myself sometimes - and even if he didn't always have the words or grace to say it - I know how much he loved me.
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