As time has gone on, Father’s Day has become easier. I lost my dad in September of 2010. For a reason I can’t explain, I don’t want to put his face on Facebook as a memoriam with all the other ‘remembering my dad’ posts.
However, I have talked about him on here, and in my book The Magic of Stories in poetry and a couple of true stories.
This morning I came across another perpective by author Julia Blake, a single mum. It’s an interesting read, and if like me you get a quarter way down and wonder why her Father’s Day was not pointed at Granddad instead, it does, eventually. The point was that years ago, schools never thought of single familes, and I’m glad its changed. Give it a read a leave a comment.
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Karen J. Mossman 