I'm just like him.
I have his big nose, blue eyes, and greasy skin. Although I have my mom's spunk... I'm all dad.
He is the kindest giant I know. When in a grocery line and the person in front of him ends up not being able to pay for their food... He will (this he's done a few times). He's given rides to hitch-hikers, as scary as that sounds... and he sews with my mom because thats what she loves to do.
I consider my father beautiful and the one word for him is "selfless".
He has the hands of a hard, honest worker... a heart that could warm a dark void... and all the compassion one soul can hold.
He acknowledges people that pass him by with a nod, he offers his help to all... and will give everyone the benefit of the doubt.
Thinking of it now, I don't know the last time he's bought himself a new pair of shoes... or jeans! Even growing up- it was all us. The hardships he has endured to keep us afloat.
...I'm all dad.
If at a store and notice your name tag, don't be surprised if I say "thank you" followed by your name.
I'll open and hold the door for anyone close behind me. Give up my seat to my elders. Acknowledge people that pass me by as well... and treat everyone as they would like to be treated.
Dear Dad, James Edgar Roberts...
Thank you for all you have done to see us be okay.
I've only seen you cry once... but I hardly remember it.
You have shown me the grace of being an individual and to be able to give back... when able.
It's you that makes this world a better place. You make that difference in someone's life.
I won't try to fill your shoes, I'll fill my own... right next to yours.
I love you, Pops.
