Father's Day...is for the fatherless, too.
We are the children, young and grown, whose dads never entered our lives. Whose dads preferred sitting in front of the television, instead of bothering to play with us or ask about our day. Whose fathers never really talked to us.
Some of us are the children, young and grown, whose dads were mentally ill. Whose dads emotionally or physically abused our mothers, and sometimes ourselves. Who chose drugs and beer, over coming home at night. The dads we never understood but loved, who in return never understood or loved us.
And some of us are the children, young and grown, who had Daddies that gave us piggy-back rides. Who took us to get ice cream and helped us with our homework. The ones who left this earth too soon, due to illness or other misfortunes.
So here we are, and it's Father's Day.
We watch the other young and grown ones, chattering on Facebook about how much they love their