Was over there the other day, just me and dad. Talking about the Vols and then we had a good conversation. Definitely gives me some peace knowing I said the things I've wanted to say. Grew up poor and rarely got to do much together. Seemed like we'd have a few fun trips each year. Sometimes getting to be on the lake a few weekends in the summer, sometimes seeing the races at the local dirt track. Never appreciated it enough as a kid, didn't realize just how much of a struggle those things were for him and mom to pull off until becoming a father myself. So we talked a bit about that. Reminisced together and cried together. Said my piece, heard his advice and told him how lucky and proud I am he's my dad.
He's never been much for those sort of conversations though...don't know if we'll get another chance to have one again.