Relate your self to this

Not Just a Father but a Dad

Every third Sunday in June , there is always this nagging loneliness that envelopes me even when I was still a child . It was that simple holiday that reminded me that there was a void , an emptiness that cannot be filled . This special day shared by father and child - Father 's day - is one day I never truly appreciated

Growing up without a father was indeed difficult there were certain things that I wanted to do with him things I wanted to talk to him about

. There was a point when I envied children who had fathers who took them to their first ball game , who took them to fishing or camping trips . Fatherly Love , something I never felt , but surely the poet Anne Bradstreet felt such love from her father

Most truly honoured , and as truly dear

If worth in me or ought I do appear

Who can of right better demand the same

Than may your worthy self from whom it came

The principal might yield a greater sum

Yet handled ill , amounts but to this crumb

My stock 's so small I know not how to pay

My bond remains in force unto this day

Yet for part payment take this simple mite

Where nothing 's to be had , kings loose their right

Such is my debt I may not say forgive

But as I can , I 'll pay it while I live

Such is my bond , none can discharge but...