Spring 1998 I woke up this morning in a place of sadness. She came to me in my sleep, to remind me of how much fun we had together when she was a little girl. Being a father gave me the chance to be a child again and to see
A day I used to fear has arrived again. Fathers Day. This year it feels different, almost relieving, like my mind has moved to accept what I can't change. This year I can hear her voice. I know it's what she would want and what she would say if she only could. "Happy Fathers Day!"
“You’re afraid of surrender because you don’t want to lose control. But you never had control; all you had was anxiety.”
Elizabeth Gilbert
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