My Father

To my father, a man I've always looked up to, admired, and respected.  A heart of gold, and voice of a bear.  Highschool football all amercian.  Father had three boys, boy I don't know how he did it.  The weight of the world on his shoulders, but always lending a helping had.  Arriving home after working all day, and having three boys waiting to jump on his back and have him do push-ups. My Father.