#85 Age: My Dad is Old

In case you weren't aware, my Dad is old.

It's not his, fault. He's been old since I was born.

But back then he was only old.

Now he's old. Like, he's now nearly 50 old.



And, even though I haven't been around for much of it,

I feel like I added at least half of those myself.

Multiply that by 3 extra siblings,

And you might finally understand how my Dad is wiser and wearier than his years.



Alright, let me back up a bit.

My oldest brother was born when my Dad was two years from my present

And three years past from my brother right now

So maybe he wasn't always so old.



But he's certainly old right now.

Despite his love of Pixar

Despite the way he acts around cats

And, well, ok, maybe he doesn't act *that* old.



Wait, what am I saying?

Ok, let me get on solid ground.

My Dad has been old throughout my life, and, from what I can tell, all of his too.

But that isn't the only thing he's been



He's been a constant force of motivation

While allowing me the freedom to pursue routes he may not think best.

He's been there to guide my taste in books

Even while not being 100% at guiding my taste in music



He's helped encourage me to think for myself

He's been concerned for me, and helped me (sometimes) be concerned for myself

He's been there for meals, even when he's been busy

And, though I hate to admit it, he is rather good at puns.



In short, he's been the old person I needed in my life

Even though I realise now he's had to learn to be old as we go

And though I may slowly be reaching an age to pretend to be old myself

He will always be, my old man.



Happy 50th Dad,

Love Harry (the youngest one).

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Happy 58th birthday Dad, from an 8 year old poem

http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2014/07/age-my-dad-is-old.html