I visited my dad today

I miss you.
I want to hear your voice,
even if it's spouting bullshit.
I want your advice,
even if I don't agree with it.
I want to drink a beer with you,
even if you make fun of me for drinking yuppie ale.
I want you to meet your namesake,
because it would be like looking in the mirror.
I want you to get mad at my decisions.
I want you to fix my brakes,
and tell me I'm driving my car wrong.
I want you to tell me how to be strong,
and how to shake it off.
I want you to tell inappropriate, racist jokes
and make me mad.
I miss your humor.
I miss your determination.
I miss your confidence.
I miss you.