Everyone said he was a bad man, but at the time, I found their remarks confusing. I was a vibrant 5-year-old who loved her daddy unconditionally. With a smile as bright as the sun, and an eagerness that wouldn’t quit, I defended his honor any time it was of question. I thought the world of him, and I didn’t see where he lacked. He was amazing in my eyes. He could build things, fix things. Most of all, he could make things feel better. It tore me apart that he was gone all the time. I was usually aware when … Continue reading My Father’s Absence and the Power of Presence