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I remember being a small child, ancient history, lying beside you and sharing a pillow. We shared theories and dreams about stars and impossible geometries, wonders of nature but mostly of a shared imagination. Unfathomable gravity and density in vast parsecs of empty space, a shared passion and awe.

I remember seeing you tip a bottle of poison into the kitchen sink - the one I cleaned out last week. The pride I felt for you could have saved a nation. I had gotten my dad back, I had been given my childhood. Sheltered and happy, but more importantly, happy.

I remember lying with you on a hospital bed, sharing a pillow. I really believed then that it was the last time I would be with you. Brother fetched me and I cried the whole way home while mom struggled to keep her eyes dry.

Now you're a crazy old man living in a stone tower, surrounded by TV screens. I'm a crazy old man living in a basement, surrounded by instruments. I ponder the depths of the human heart while, I'm sure, your wisdom mulls into mysteries that could still mystify me.

I know I don't say it often enough and I certainly don't see you as much as I should, but I love you. Thanks, dad.

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I remember being a small child, ancient history, lying beside you and sharing a pillow. We shared theories and dreams about stars and impossible geometries, wonders of nature but mostly of a shared imagination. Unfathomable gravity and density in vast parsecs of empty space, a shared passion and awe.

I remember seeing you tip a bottle of poison into the kitchen sink - the one I cleaned out last week. The pride I felt for you could have saved a nation. I had gotten my dad back, I had been given my childhood. Sheltered and happy, but more importantly, happy.

I remember lying with you on a hospital bed, sharing a pillow. I really believed then that it was the last time I would be with you. Brother fetched me and I cried the whole way home while mom struggled to keep her eyes dry.

Now you're a crazy old man living in a stone tower, surrounded by TV screens. I'm a crazy old man living in a basement, surrounded by instruments. I ponder the depths of the human heart while, I'm sure, your wisdom mulls into mysteries that could still mystify me.

I know I don't say it often enough and I certainly don't see you as much as I should, but I love you. Thanks, dad.