The strength of my father tears down walls. It builds bridges. It resurrects dead faiths, rekindles dying fires. The strength of my father sneers at pride and walks over the hot coals of weakness.
The strength of my father has kept this family whole; the years have only served to deepen the ties that he has so lovingly preserved.
The strength of my father pushes lives forward.
I march on, with him ever by my side.
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