I was watching Deadliest Catch tonight as Captain Phil died and his sons struggled with his death.
And I thought.
Ya know? As much as that would suck I wish I had had a father. An old man. Somebody I coulda’ looked up to and tried to be like.
But I didn’t. And don’t.
Instead, I have some guy living out on the other side of the country that every century or so tries to get in touch with me and be my bud.
Dude. I don’t need another old friend.
I needed a dad.