My friends never heard me brag about your work.
The first beer I ever had I did not share with you.
The loves in my life came and went without you ever being told their names.
Are these things important between a son and his father?
Maybe.
But Dad, these omissions are mine.
You kept me, and loved me, and tried to guide this wayward boy.
If you expected a thank you, you never said.
You are a real Dad.