First Stan Lee, and then my father passed
The creator and my hero passed
To help me hide the fear, I tried laughter
With tears, because joy didn't come until after

I'm fortunate to have the privilege of being your son, pops
I understand you didn't always have the greatest example
But we did.

When I think about how I would raise kids
So much of how you treated me
What you said to me
The things you did for me
The honesty with which you spoke to me
Explained everything a father supposed to be
I get complimented daily on traits I picked up from you:)
When I’m back home
People remind me that I’m a reminder of you
 that's cool to me
I'm grateful you were the blueprint for me
Because without you, there is no me

08/30/2021