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October 3rd, 6:30 PM

Ok. I guess it's time. This may seem weird but it will be easier for me to say what needs to be said to my father, if I write it here. So, here I go.

Dear Father,

I know we didn't have the greatest relationship ever. You were a stern and opposing figure in my life, while mother was the kind and gentle one. For a kid who was timid and shy, I gravitated towards the gentle. But truth be told, you never once treated me bad. You loved and supported me growing up. Yea, you were strict, and you punished me with a spanking when I got out of line. And yea those moments weren't the most terrible in the world. It's not like you beat the hell out of me. Just a few simple smacks on my behind. Regardless, you gave off this opposing aura that made me afraid to approach you like I could mother. You figured this out, of course and you changed to make things more comfortable for me. You stopped being the father who had this militaristic feel and became the father who watched from a distance, only showing your heroic side when needed. A lot of lessons that I could have learned from you, I caused myself to miss out. Our father son heart to heart moments were few and far between. For that, I feel like I cheated you. You always told me that if there was anything I needed I could come to you. And at the very end, your last words to me was, "I'm proud of you, son." So as I stand before your grave, as tears run down my face, I want to say I'm sorry for not being a stronger son. I also want you to know that I love you.

Your Son, Julius Corvus

You know what? Now that I think about it, father still taught me those lessons. He did it through actions, rather than stern words.  He protected his family, he worked hard for his family, he spent time with his family. He led by example so I would know how to act as an adult. Thank you, father.

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