"My Dad is my best friend. And I know that that fateful day is looming. Not a day that I look forward to. The old man taught me how to drive, and how to bark 2nd, 3rd, and 4th gears.
Cars are the only thing we ever talk about. Mom says his eyesight isn't the best, but when we go anywhere, and he drives, I don't see anything glaringly wrong. Mom tends to over-react.
When that days does rear its ugly head, I honestly have no clue on how to approach the subject, and that saddens me. When I was…"
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