My Dad is an amazing man, whom I have known for the sixteen years of my life, yet I'm still figuring him out. He works in the army and has traits of the traditional Irish personality. I am an exact copy of him, temper and all. He is hated as much as he is loved. I am scared of getting to know everything about him. Growing up you just know that your Dad is perfect (if that's how he has painted himself) and couldn't possibly have any problems, but I'm learning that he does, and it kills me to think he might suffer like I do.