My Dad was not a great Dad.
He had his faults.
He had his weaknesses.
He made mistakes.
We had our own little fights.
Or big fights. Lots of big fights.

But I must admit,
flawed as he may be.
He did step up and helped me
when I needed him most.

My Dad was not a great Dad.
To me, he was awesome.

Someday, my son and I will have our own arguments.
Our own little tiffs.
But someday, I would like to be there for him,
when he too, needs me most.

I miss him right now,
and it really, really sucks.