Every day I miss the men in my family, for all sorts of reasons.
Guess which one was the critic?
Sadly, these beloved men I speak of today have all transitioned from this world.
As I said, not a day goes by that I do not miss them, however, on Father’s day, their birthdays and at Christmas, my heart weeps.
I was fortunate to have 2 dads while growing up – my father, John and my beloved uncle, Freddy, whom I never called uncle, always Daddy.
