Last year I wrote a very elaborate post about my dad and it felt good, even though my dad doesn't know about my blogging, I still savored the fact that I could write what I did about him without any feeling that what I was saying wasn't sincere. My dad and I really struggled while I was growing up. Between his travelling and my hormones there wasn't a lot of room for a relationship to be cultivated. Through the years, though, our relationship has transformed into what it is today. And for that I am eternally grateful.