I just wanted to be like him. I spent many years trying to imitate my father. I would wear his fatigues around the house and hammer nails into pieces of wood because he was a construction worker.
Unfortunately, my father was an alcoholic, and a drug addict. He never threw the ball to me once.
In fact, he was a very abusive man. I never actually got to be close to him because I was angry at him for years.
I have not seen my father in person for over fifteen years. Thankfully, through my own recovery, I learned to forgive him.
On December 26, 2023 he passed away, but I got to hear him say on the phone, “I love you Dean.”
I have since worked to became more than my father was.
Dean Steinocher
P16837 / D16-A201
P. O. Box 409089
Ione, CA 95640
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