To all my fathers: Happy Father’s Day.
To my birth dad,
I don’t know if you celebrated Father’s Day before I met you, I can only assume you didn’t. I can still remember the day we met at that coffee shop, and can nearly replay every moment. I am so thankful that you were willing to meet me. You passed along your killer eyebrows and witty sense of humor to me along with “her father’s eyes,” as it says in my baby book. Thank you for accepting me, loving me and including me in your family. I look forward to getting to know you more over many pints of ice cream and rollercoaster rides. I love you.
To my adopted dad,
We haven’t talked in many years. The last time I saw you was painful, but if it weren’t for that time, I wouldn’t have found my voice and I wouldn’t have started to write. And so for that, I thank you. I hope that someday at family functions you will acknowledge my presence instead of ignoring it. I hope that you can find the strength to move forward instead of holding onto the past. I would love for you to be a grandpa to my future children, but that decision is up to you. When I have reached out to talk, I’ve either been ignored or threatened, and so the ball is in your court, dad. You have to choice to have a relationship with me. I welcome it and am waiting.
To all my other dads,
There are so many of you. My gratefulness for your help, support, and presence often goes unsaid, so a long overdue thank you is necessary. You taught me how to drive, celebrated my graduation from college, and let me crash your family holiday get togethers. Thank you for being there for me in the simplest and hardest of times. Thank you for telling me ridiculous dad jokes and thank you for teaching me how to strap a paddle board to my car. To each of you, Happy Father’s Day, you each mean so much to me.