My dad is my hero. Even though heroes are fallible, that doesn't lessen his esteem in my eyes. I know that I'm not everything he ever dreamed of in a son, but I don't think that makes him any less proud of me.
Our relationship has always been a difficult one, and only has really started blossoming in the last decade or so. After the divorce, he only got me every other weekend; I can't imagine how my life would be different had he gotten custody, but I think that the mistakes I made would have been fewer and with a lower number of long-term repercussions. Maybe I'm foolish for thinking so.
(This is not to belittle the job my mom did raising me, mind you.)
Regardless ... our relationship is what it is. It's better than it has ever been, I think.
With that, I raise a Busch to you, Dad. Happy birthday.
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