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
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