From day one, my dad was my ride-or-die. My parents divorced when I was 5, but he never left my life... Being able to be open and honest with my dad kept me safe and kept my relationships with others healthy.
I moved in with him and my mom permanently [at] age 6 after my biological 'dad' chose another woman over seeing me regularly... We went to take the dogs for a walk and I asked if I could call him dad. He cried.
There are so many good memories of my dad... My favorite one, though, goes back to the summer of 1978. He, along with his brothers and cousins, installed an in-ground pool at our house, and they built a new deck.
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