The kind of person that could see past faults, work through problems, and stick with it until the end. Looking back, I can see how I searched for a partner who would be, at least in part, the kind of man he was. The real love, the kind that I have come to see as true love, is the kind of love that doesn’t give up when things get bad. I learned that love could move past arguments, throwing shoes at each other, even mixing two separate families together. But I learned to see the better part of people because of him. Because no matter how much of a hero he was, he was also still a man with flaws. I’m not going to say all of it was easy, or that he never did anything wrong. It takes a hell of a man to walk into a broken family and put them back together while loving children that he didn’t make. If there is one thing I could say without a doubt in my mind, I have no clue what hell hole I might be in if he never would have showed up in our lives. I met him when I was eight years old I think it was, and I didn’t call him daddy then. He’s not my biological father, but he is and always will be my daddy. That’s what my daddy taught me without realizing it. There is a little bit of a hero and a villain in all of us. Today she’s here not to write about elven troubles or other mystical dilemmas, but to pay tribute to a very important man in her life. From Christina: You probably know Summer Ross through her alter ego, Decadent Kane.
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