Day 269/365

27 years today dad. Long time to figure everything out on my own. But I’m doing just fine. Got some of your vices, proudly wear your number even though you didn’t want that for me, work hard, have had a good career, still stand when the anthem plays & fly a flag everyday. To hell with the losers who don’t realize how important either are. You were just a man, not perfect, but you were my superhero. Miss you...357.