Father’s day is coming up and it reminds me of my Dad.  Dad had to leave us nine years ago and we’ve missed him ever since.  Funny thing about my Dad, we weren’t related by blood.  No, he chose to be my Dad and that made him very special.  We were far from the perfect family and yet it didn’t matter.  The important thing was, we were family and that meant being there through the good times and the bad.  Dad was and that’s why I stood by his side and held his hand the day he died.  I’ll go visit him on Sunday and tell him Happy Father’s day.  I don’t know if he hears me but it feels to good to say it anyway.  In the years we were together Dad gave me so much and the least I can do is wish him a happy day even in heaven.

And how about your dad?