I responded “thank you for being a great dad” he’s 95, he’s my bestie, my road dawg, my rock, my ladder, my rope, my hand up, the eyes watching my back, ohhh the adventures we’ve had. I just want to press rewind. I imagine I’m his son because in a past life we were best friends and we probably won some wars and claimed a castle. Maybe killed a dragon? At least a minotaur or two. I hope one day I have a kid who writes the same about me.