A man in his 80s turned to me at a recent gathering and made a request that just about broke my heart.
"Could you write about Father's Day?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "So that my daughters might remember?"
His face telegraphed the pain of a man who is afraid he's become irrelevant to the people he loves most. It was just as apparent that he had no intention of letting them know.
Driving home, I thought about all the fathers who may wait this we ...
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