my dad

Well with the craziness of finishing the basement in the last month, I realized that I skipped right over my dad and didn't post about him on his birthday. Sorry this is late. (just like Burgundy, who was supposed to be born on his birthday of 11/7)

My dad is the smartest guy I know. We used to be very close. Every weekend he would pick me up in Chicago and drive me home, and then every Sunday night we would drive back to Loyola. I really enjoyed those car rides. We would talk about stuff or sometimes we would just ride in silence. But either way, I enjoyed spending that time with my dad.
I guess since moving away and starting out on my own path, we talk less. It makes me sad sometimes. I don't get to see my parents as often as I'd like. And sometimes, I feel like I'm not as close with my dad anymore. But he is, and shall remain, my hero.
I have learned so much from you, dad. The honorable way you carry yourself. And in some cases, I have learned from your mistakes. And I guess that is all any parent can hope to teach their child.
Anyway, I will make this of few words - just like my dad. And hopefully, as my dad is somehow always able to do, each word will carry a world of meaning.
So, to my dad: a man of great substance and character. A man I wish I was closer to. Geographically and otherwise. A man I wish my kids could be around more often.
I love you, dad.