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.
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. I’m certain I sought a replacement in every relationship thereafter, looking for the security and safe haven every father is thought to inherently possess. I’m positive I looked for him in every male I encountered. But I would have been just as happy, perhaps, if a woman filled the bill since my mom was preoccupied on so many fronts. My older siblings knew my father as children. So I can’t identify with their loss when he died, although I’m sure it was devastating. What we had in…
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