Dads are Dads, Mine and Yours

    Some of us do not have them, most of us do. Dads. Fathers. Papis and papahs.

    If we did not have one that we know on earth, who perhaps did not raise us, then we also have our Father in Heaven. We could talk and discuss much about the heavens, the divine, our immortal hopes past this mortal...

    But I am mostly thinking about earthly fathers. Us earthy guys. Some of us are dirtier than others. Some are much cleaner. I suppose that most of us are in between.

    Well, I wanted to write more. We can think of them, love them, resent them, (but not too much), and we can extrapolate all the memories and meanings of who they are.

    We are not perfect, nor do we expect that from them.