I enjoyed our phone conversations, during my afternoon commute; but, didn’t call often enough.
I enjoyed morning coffee and conversation with him; but, I rarely made this happen.
I enjoyed listening to his stories and learning about life in the real world from a genuine master; but, I, all-too-often, chose other things instead.
I would give my left arm to be able to take a mulligan on how I played so many different shots in our late blooming relationship; but, I am so thankful he said, “I believe your search for your biological father is ended with me.”
I am so thankful he paved the way for me to have a genuine relationship with a real family who loves me simply for who I am, whose son I am.
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