Fathers Day is always a rather lugubrious commemoration around here. My dad died nearly fifty years ago. My father-in-law died more than twenty years ago. I am not a father and at this point it’s pretty unlikely I ever will be.
I really could have used my dad’s wisdom, savvy advice, and boundless enthusiasm in my life. I can’t even begin to list the ways in which my life would have been different had he lived. He died just as I was beginning to have an adult relationship with him and I feel the lack of that relationship sorely.
