Fathers Day is not an easy Holiday for some. Maybe you had one who is no longer here and this is a sad day. Maybe you never had one at all. Maybe you had one who was not good to you, or hurt you. Maybe you had too many of them, and none of them were able to act like one, like me. (Original papa split before I was a year old, Step dad # 1, an abuser, Step dad # 2 a miserable, rigid, abusive alcoholic and disciplinarian.)
In any case, I do not know what it would have been like to have had a real “Dad”, and there is a place inside me that feels that still. To this day, when I see a father being tender and loving with his child, there is a nostalgia: I would have liked to have known that feeling, that love, that that safe, sweet, strong solace.
So today I just wanted to come together with others who may also have missed having a Dad, for whatever reason, (even if there was a man around who claimed the title, but who could not be one). This is loss we can share and not carry all alone.
On a brighter note,I also dropped in to say Happy Fathers Day to the all great fathers here I have come to know and admire so much. Please know how very important you are to your sons and your daughters. Not one second of the time you spend with them, really seeing them, listening to them, loving them, will ever be really forgotten. Bless you all.