Fathers day messages
He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.” “We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply. “We’re raising boys.”
Dad, you’re someone to look up to no matter how tall I’ve grown.
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever.
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