It’s Father’s Day. It’s also the fourth anniversary of my father’s death. And it’s my brother David’s birthday. As it happens, June 20 fell on Father’s Day the year he was born.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my father because of my father-in-law’s death last month, also from congestive heart failure. My husband stayed a few extra days after the funeral to help out the family. When he got home, I asked how things were in Chicago. “Fine, except for the lack of a father,” he said.
Too many kids now lack a father every day. John and I were lucky.