Reflections on Father's Day

I never knew my dad, he was killed at age 25 in an accident. I was 20 month old. Growing up, I always envied my friends who had a Dad. Fortunately, I married a wonderful man 38 years ago who turned out to be exactly the sort of Dad for our kids that I always wanted. I'm sure my children would attest to that. I now see those same ideals exhibited in both our son and son-in-law as they parent our two granddaughters. The best thing is that now my husband gets to be "grandpa" and once again use his kindness, gentleness, sense of wonder and adventure to enrich the lives of his grandchildren!