It’s Father’s Day so I am taking a break. My father is long gone–only a dim memory remains and what I know from others. He died when I was seven. I am a father but away from the young persons (no longer children but not quite fully functional adults even at 22 and 25) while we spend the summer in New Mexico. They remembered; sending a card and calling. What a change from a few years ago! But we will leave that be.
