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Sometimes, when I’d catch a glimpse of them sharing a laugh over a beer and ribs on a perfect Saturday afternoon, I knew my father liked him. He could see his younger self in the boy that I had fallen in love with. They both laughed at their own jokes louder than anyone else in the room. They were both kind and generous–even when they didn’t have to or couldn’t afford to be. They both made me the center of their worlds.