Happy Father’s Day, dad.
On this day when people everywhere are celebrating their dads, I celebrate you.
I wonder what you’d look like today, at age 91. I can’t quite imagine you any other way than how I’ve always known you. You never seemed to change much, you never aged.
But you will always be 75, the age you were when you were stolen from us.
I know I’m lucky we had you that long. I know plenty of families where people have been stolen or injured much earlier than 75. I know plenty of people whose parents were taken when they were much younger than I was.
I know parents whose children were taken. That’s beyond anything I can even imagine.
So I know we were lucky. .
But I can’t help but wish you were here today.
Every day is Father’s Day, dad, because we all think about you every day.
But, I know you know that.