Just remembering my old man.
He left this world five years ago today.

With all the memories I have of him,
both good and bad,
I would like to focus more on the good ones.

I’ll be honest with you,
Dad could’ve been a politician.
Everybody loves to hear him speak.

His voice booms through the air
always making his point across.

Even his laugh resonates and echoes
throughout the house.

Especially when he tells his jokes.
His cheesy jokes that he tells us repeatedly.

Allow me to share another one of those to you.
I actually just remembered this one just now.

Dad has always been very proud of us kids.
Especially when he sees our achievements.
Of course as a parent, he wanted to claim that our abilities came from him.
But as the gentleman that he is,
he wouldn’t want to sound too full of himself.

So he would say,
“For sure, you got your smarts from your Mother.”

And someone else would answer him back,
“Are you sure, Dad? Not from you?”

(He always waits for that one.)

Then he replies,
“No. Not from me.
Because if it was from me,
you would be a Genius!”

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It has been five years, Dad.
I miss our talks.

I wish you had the chance to meet your Grand-kid.