I am going to say a few words about my Dad. I love him, and I am glad we patched things up.
My father taught me to think for myself and to think about the world. Even though I know sometimes my ways of presenting my points are different from his, I remember what he taught me and try to make him proud. Not just to please him or make myself feel good but because I respect what he taught me. I wish the words needed to express my feelings would find a way to me but this is one of the times when words can't express my thoughts.
I love you Dad.