I cried this last Father's Day, because I saw a little girl and her dad over at the baseball diamond across the street from mu house, playing kickball, laughing and having a great time. I could just feel my heart sink lower and lower to my feet every time I heard them laugh. I know that I should be happy for these fathers and daughters that seem to lead such good lives together. But I can't help it! I would seriously give anything to just have a normal father that I could look up to.
Sometimes I wonder who is going to walk me down the isle on my wedding day. Who's going to be my child's grandfather? These questions seem to love to run through my head time after time, tormenting me until the cows come home.
Anyway, just thought I'd spread all that out on the table in an effort to make myself feel better.