Father’s Day

Yesterday was Father’s Day.  How many times did we hear the phrase “Happy Father’s Day” ?  And how many fathers received that greeting deservedly ?

With so many broken families, how many of us fit the profile of the loving, always available parent ?  How many children have memories of anything but the happy family with mommy, daddy and the children that they hear about ?  Not too many, I’m afraid.

My husband and I invited his brother with his wife over for the traditional Father’s Day Bar- B- Q and had a good time enjoying the American Life Style but, I noticed that none of us mentioned the past – and why ? because our children grew up without one of their parents or the other – and we all have many regrets – would love to have the opportunity to do it over with the wisdom we have acquired over the years – but alas, that is not possible.  All has been forgiven, but not forgotten by the children, I’m sure.

So to a happier note: We are proud of all of them – somehow human beings prevail and, I would like to think that somehow they turned into decent, contributing citizens  because of some of the things we did right.  One thing is for sure – we loved them and, I hope they have felt that.

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there.