Drew Logan

Happy Father’s Day in Heaven, buddy. I love you.
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This is how I think of you now, Pop. - just “California Dreamin” with me in Manhattan Beach whenever you’d come out to visit.
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“The Mountain Is You!”
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To the ones who carry the weight no one sees.
The ones who hold the line without recognition.
The quiet protectors. The unshakable few.
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You don’t raise your voice.
You don’t ask for thanks.
You don’t need to be seen.
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Because you are the mountain.
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While others climb, you support.
While others celebrate the summit, you bear the burden beneath them.
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You are the foundation.
The stillness beneath the chaos.
The strength that doesn’t need to be loud to be felt.
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Let the storm rage.
Let the world forget.
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You remain.
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The servant soul.
The silent warrior.
The rock the storm breaks itself against.
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This is for the ones who lead without spotlight.
Who show up without a stage.
Who live so others can rise.
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They may never thank you.
But you never needed them to.
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Because you were built for this.
And you’re not moving.
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