Never knowing my father, has surely influenced the course of my life, for better or worse. Not that I grew up dwelling on my loss, because I knew no better. Life with my mom was, what it was. However years of observing father-child relationships, including my husband's and daughter's, and being privy to others telling or writing, of their own experiences, made me realize that being fatherless probably impacted my life in a major way.
When I first posted this, my friend Becky recommended I reblog it on Father's Day...last year. A little late...but I thought I'd honor her request this Father's Day. Its message is timeless. At the time, my brother Ed was moved to leave a comment expressing his gratitude as a dad who has tried to do right by his son and daughter...even when times were tough. God bless all fathers...who try to do the best they can. :)