Brothers then Fathers

My father had a blood brother. They were buddies as kids in North Dakota. My father married my mother and had 3 kids, then in 1959 left the planet. His buddy, his brother, his best friend became our father. On his 86th birthday, just last week, I had him over for supper. And I said thank you. Although it took awhile, and his patience was tested, it all turned out well and for that I am a grateful daughter to both. Namaste, Wally and Irvin!! You were a worthy team and I honor you.