My father and I didn’t always get along. For the first 21 years of my life he was my Dad, at 22 he was my best friend. I can’t remember one time where when I asked my Dad to play catch, he said no. He might have said give me a second to finish cutting the grass or something around the house, but he always had time and helped me with whatever I needed.
This kid will never forget what his father did for him.