There is a little boy, age 11, who will, no doubt, fall fitfully to sleep on the eve of Father’s Day.
Then, perhaps, he will awaken to a pillow wet with sadness. Many are the people who will spend the day trying valiantly to cheer him up. But in deep sorrow like his, there is no cheer. Only a faint smile, at best, and a quiet “Thank you.”
He isn’t the only small boy who will have no father on the third Sunday of June. There are many. And, there are even more of us, as adults, who will only have recollections of the father that once was.