My father left this world when I was three years old. I remember, as a young child, asking Jesus to tell him happy Father's Day. That only lasted a few years and then I simply forgot. I never forgot my father, but Father's Day had no special meaning to me. It wasn't until a couple years ago, that I decided to celebrate again. I honestly had to look up what month Father's Day was in. Every year since then, I've written a special post and said a special prayer. This year's post is a little different, but my prayer is the same.
A is a father.
That didn't last long. There was something about this man that drew me in, that wouldn't let me run, though I did try.