I'm thankful for my dad.
Our car is old, and slowly, slowly dying. And this past week he called us up to ask us some questions about some things that were going wrong, and he ordered a whole bunch of parts for us online and talked to a repair guy in town. This embarrasses us somewhat, but, at the same time, he knows WAY more about cars than we do.
He was a rock when Olivia died, for all of us. He was hurting too, and wasn't afraid to show that, and help us anyway he could.
We don't always agree - we couldn't be further apart on the political spectrum - but he's my dad, and he's awesome.
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