I lost my dad 20 years ago.  You never get over that you just learn to make it a part of your life and you go on living, which is exactly what they would want you to do.  For the longest time between dad passing away and moriah being born, I really didn’t want to think about Father’s Day.  I didn’t have a dad, and I wasn’t a dad.  All that changed a few years back.  Moriah came along after my wife and I pretty much settled on the fact that our own kids were out of the question and maybe we should look at adoption.  So that’s when our world got rocked and it hasn’t stopped shaking since.  Moriah come into this world a preemie but she is growing like a weed and I’m so glad she got not only her mommy’s good looks but smarts too.  Anyway, I know Father’s Day is a day to celebrate dad, but for me, maybe it was the waiting for 16 years for her, maybe it’s her strong willed personality, her wanting to wrap her arms around my neck when I get home, all of the above and more, but for me, I thank God that He chose to bless me this way and on Father’s Day, I celebrate my baby girl, because without her, I wouldn’t be a father.

Fletch