My dad and I always would go on drives down the back roads of North Carolina. It was our thing to go drive around the state and try different hole in the wall restaurants because they always had the best food. He would be blasting music and the windows would be down letting in the fresh summer air. I could tell he loved spending time with us children. Every moment he got the chance to leave work and go on hikes or get out of the house we would. It means the world to me that I had someone like that in my life. I was on the Blue Ridge Parkway a few years ago and saw the light beaming through trees. It took me back to those times with my dad.
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