I remember a time when I would sleep over and play with the dogs all day outside, play video games, and ride the 4-wheeler. I remember going out in the garage and blown away that he could fix cars and other machines. I knew I did not want the weekend to end, I wanted to stay longer.
I remember when I was 11, where I was sitting on the kitchen floor and talking to him and my mother. Them telling me a story of when I was a baby and they took a paternity test, he was not my father. My life felt like it had ended. But he reassured me that he was always going to be my dad and nothing could change that.
I remember a time when I had a dad.