...2 weeks ago I was driving to work and crossed the Broadway bridge going into Little Rock from North Little Rock. I had just left the house and generally was frustrated with the way I had been acting, things I had said, selfishness, you get the idea...I had an overwhelming urge to talk to my dad. I got upset...couldn't stop crying...I wanted to hear what my daddy would tell me because so many times in my life I had asked him or he had told me when I hadn't asked about how to handle certain situations, deal with people, get a grip on my own issues, help me handle my demons and dragons... somehow I seemed to know what he would say...or what he said
If you get a chance, go to Donald Miller's website and view the first chapter of his new book, To Own a Dragon, Reflections on growing up without a father...
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I'm sorry Coop, for the loss that you are still feeling from your dad's passing. I know he was a good man, because I know his son.
Got your back,
DU
Coop, that is a very touching tribute to your dad. I know how you loved him, have played I don't know how many songs you've written inspired by things he said or did, and remember all of us trying to get through your wedding the morning he died. You are lucky to have had a dad like that, and he was lucky to have the two sons he did.
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