Just met him a couple years ago. Wife talked me into being a good little goy and giving my families DNA to my corporate overlords. Whatever, world's going to shit anyway. After a while my curiosity got to me and I put in an afternoon and tracked him down. Not sure what I was expecting. I'm a father myself in my early 30s now. Not like I needed him to teach me to ride a bike. But I did just want to see if he was a decent guy. He seems to be. 60 something boomer type. Loves Trump. Sure, whatever. I got drunk and asked him what he thought of the jews one day. He didn't understand what I meant. Sure, whatever. He lives on the other side of the country. I attended a wedding for a friend which, by chance, happened to be where he lived. We met up for dinner and then lunch the next day. He seemed excited. Well shoot a text here and there every other month or so. He'll answer any questions I ask him about family history. I'm all wop, which is neat. He never had an idea I existed. Didnt even remember my mother. They partied in a bar and she got knocked up. Apparently one of the few true things my mother told me. He had what would have been my younger sister a few years after me in much the same way, but she had health problems and died at 14. No other kids or anything. Crazy thing is he lived down the street from me my entire childhood. I grew up with my grandparents and the entire time he was about a 3 minute walk away. Now, my grandfather. Thats my father. 8 years old in the coal mines of Pennsylvania. In D-Day at barely 18. Raised 6 children, married for 50 years. Youngest was a fuck up so he took me in. Retired the day I was born. Grandmother died two years before him. He tried his best with me, but I was too much for a near 80 year old man. Miss him all the time. Taught me to play baseball. He'd pitch to me all day every day. I'd tried to hit like Ken Griffey Jr. He'd tell me "you're not Ken Griffey, you look ridiculous. Swing the right way". Of course, now I talk to my kids the same way. He was a real, want something done right... type. Named my youngest son after him, so he has a real old man name and I love it. Great man. Miss him all the time. Hope I'm making him proud enough. Thanks for reading my speech if you did.