In honor of Father’s Day tomorrow, I am reposting this blog. The words still remain true…. I am looking at this picture today, with such wonder. I still wonder what he was like..I imagine I always will. I wonder how HE felt being our father for the short time he was here? Hug your fathers if they are still here! Happy Father’s Day to all of you out there!

Joy Brown

I am a fatherless daughter.  Many of you that don’t know me, or my story, might not think that is so unusual for someone of my age. You might think, yeah, I am without my father too.  But I have been a fatherless daughter for most of my life. For over 50 years now. I lost my father when I was only 4. I don’t remember anything about when it actually happened.  My aunt told me that when they told me my dad died, I said, “Oh, you are just joking.”  I wonder now, how much my four year old self even understood then.

I do not remember the man who is my father. I don’t remember how he sounded. I don’t remember how he looked.  I don’t remember how he smelled.  I don’t remember what it feels like to have a hug from a daddy, from a father. I…

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