My father... who had to start over from zero many times. Who taught me how to embrace my independent nature. Who, as part of a two parent household, taught me basic human decency. Who I saw jump from our parked car to pick up an older woman who had tripped and fallen on a sidewalk, when I was five. Who didn't fall for career politicians. Who did it his way. Who didn't flinch. Who kept his course. Who spoke to God directly. Who was proud of my rugged individualism. Who knew collectivism, a weak mind and following were contemptible. He who remained a true believer in all personal freedoms and ways of being. Authentic, real, no bullshit - that was my father. Loving and gentle, who sacrificed everything, he had to get me to National Jewish Hospital in Denver, Colorado ( age 11) so I would heal, tackle my asthma and live a normal life - despite the heartbreak we all felt at our separation. Who re-married the woman who'd actually become my real mother. My father, who'd now spit on Legacy Media and the Left seeing right through their deception, lies and lack of morality. My father who'd have liked Charlie Kirk - for his bravery, his common sense and his ability to communicate, but most of all his embracing of God, Country & Freedom. My father who didn't see sixty, who never made it to New Hampshire to retire - I salute you, I thank you and I will always love you & be grateful to you!
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