Today is my father's birthday. It's a big one.
I don't know if he'd want me to say, which one.
Oh hell...he's turning 60.
And I think that's pretty amazing.
Because the truth is...my dad is my dad.
And I love him so much. And I love him even when the words don't come easy.
"His hair turned gray that winter. I thought it was snow. He promised us that everything would be OK. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be OK. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father."
"Gerald smiled at me in the rearview mirror and asked if we wanted any music. I asked him if he had any kids. He said he had two daughters...'Are they both special?' He cracked up and said, 'Of course their pop is gonna say they're special.' 'But objectively.' 'What's that?' 'Like, factually. Truthfully.' 'The truth is I'm their pop.'
from extremely loud and incredibly close