Enjoy the Ride. It May Be a Long Time Before You Experience Another Pandemic, if Ever
I have two fathers, both equally important to me, and both no longer living in this realm. My real father's birthday was a couple of days ago, so perhaps that is why I woke up thinking about him. I never realized how much I loved him until he died. The only way I've been able to describe that love and connection is to say that it is woven deep into the fabric of my soul. Overall, despite him leaving my mother when I was only two, he was a good dad. I spent every summer with him, and in that short time each year, he made sure the family spent a lot of quality time camping in the woods of northern California. I was never spanked and seldom yelled at. Most importantly, I knew I was loved. Yet, my dad failed. All of us dads do, I'm sure, in our unique ways. I know my children probably feel the same about me. Still, for whatever reason, I need to write about one of dad's failures this morning. For all I know, it could be h...