I'm fortunate enough to have had two dads.
Until recently I never knew my biological father. My mother and father were divorced when I was only a baby, but that is a different story.
My mother remarried and my stepfather took on the responsibility of raising me and my sisters. Even though I knew I had another father somewhere, I never thought of my stepfather as anything other than Dad.
I never doubted his love for me and he raised me as his own. As is the way with many fathers and sons, we had our problems. It wasn't till later that I really understood and appreciated him.

This is one of my cherished possessions, his baseball and glove.

So, here's to you Dad. Thanks for raising me and for loving me. I wish we'd had more time together.




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