Father’s Day has meant so many different things to me over the years.
I was blessed with not just one, but three dads. It might seem a little strange and I don’t want to go into too much detail, there’s a lot of details, maybe some day. Long story short, my mom and dad, Lynn, were separated when I was 4, she got remarried to Roger, he was in a fatal trucking accident when I was in 8th grade, then she married Darold, and my dad passed away from a heart attack just 2 ½ years ago.
They were and are very uniquely different and wonderful. As painful as it was losing two of them, they each brought blessings to my life.
|My sister, Alyssa, my dad and me.|
|Me with the chicken pox and Roger at his farm.|
|Darold holding Hakan at 2 weeks old.|
I have learned a lot about fathers throughout my life. What they should and shouldn’t do. Who they should be. What it means to be a father. Not just having a baby makes you a father, there’s so much more.
Happy Father’s Day to all the daddy’s!