For my entire life he's been dad the fighter. Dad the lion. Dad the leader.
Now he can be dad the granddad. Despite the disappointment tonight, he will really love just being dad the granddad.
He's had a great run. Still, I can't help but feel saddened. Not so much at the loss, but what the loss signifies.
He is a towering monolith of achievement, and in a week he'll be last weeks news. I suppose that's what happens to monoliths. We move on, they stay standing right where we left them.
I have to thank you dad, because so many won't, even though so many should.
You taught me to do the right thing, especially when it's hard. You taught me that if it was easy then everyone would do it, and I wouldn't have to.
You taught me that real leadership is not about getting the most votes. It's about daring to go where others won't.
You taught me not to look away.
You taught me to never forget there are people who need my help more than I don't want to give it.
You taught me to get back up.
You taught me not to hide the scars.
You taught me that I will make mistakes, and that they will always be with me, but they will not define me.
You taught me to look them in the eye.
You taught me the needs of the many are sometimes outweighed by the needs of the few.
You taught me that I have to be able to look myself in the mirror.
You taught me that I should trust people.
You taught me that there will be people who disrespect me today and ask for my help tomorrow, and that I should help them if I think they need it.
You taught me that it's not always necessary to throw the first punch. Or the last one.
You taught me that being a good father means being a good man.
Thank you dad.
I love you.