In a time when so many of our fathers have come to terms with their loss and their loss of purpose, it is easy to forget that our fathers, too, have faced challenges, whether it be the death of a loved one, the loss of their home, or the challenges of parenting.
One of my dad’s earliest experiences of grief was when he found out he had terminal cancer.
I remember the moment I got a call from my father who was crying for a long time before finally saying, “Daddy, you can’t come home”.
He was right.
He was not going to be able to come home.
As he was dying, my dad sat me down and told me the story.
“I’m so sorry, Dad, but I have no idea where I am.
I don’t know where I will go to in the future, I just know that I’m not going anywhere”.
My dad did not say, “I’ll tell you when I’m older”, he said, “You know, I’ll be a father and you’ll be my daughter”.
So I said to him, “Well, Dad you’re the only person who can make me believe that”.
My father told me that if he could, he would never give up on his daughter, but he said that he never wanted to be a parent again.
So he decided to get a job as a taxi driver and started looking for a wife, which led to a series of marriages.
The last one was with my mother, who was a bit of a mess at the time.
She was a very caring person and very happy, but she was a difficult person.
He didn’t really understand why, because he was a dad, and he was always there for her.
He did a bit and she went back to being a single mum.
So, my father was always a dad to my mother and then he became a father to my wife.
I have always felt very close to him and we have always had a great relationship.
I feel very lucky to have had a dad like my father, but it has been a bit tough at times.
As a young child, I remember going to his house to play, and we would get together for games of rugby.
But he was very quiet.
As I got older, he started to get more outgoing and started to play rugby too.
He loved rugby, and it was very rewarding to see him grow.
I had my own games, but they were a lot of fun.
But, as I got more older, I became more and more of a problem child.
I started having fights with my brothers, and I started to act out, which became a problem.
It started with my father and then my mother.
He stopped caring for me and my sister, and my dad stopped caring about me.
He had no idea what was going on.
I was a mess.
He wanted to make me do all the work, and all the cleaning and doing all the dishes.
My mother, too – she didn’t understand the situation, and she didn`t know what to do.
She tried to help me but it was a long process.
Eventually she was able to understand.
I realised that there was a reason why he did what he did and it wasn`t because of his love for me.
She realised that he had to do it, and at the same time, she realised that she was not strong enough to help.
At that time, he was in his mid-thirties, and when I was five, he passed away.
So my mum, who has never met my father or seen him alive, was a big shock to me.
My mum had been to my house a few times, but not much.
She didn’t know what had happened.
She did see me once a year, and every time, it was different.
I would come home with my brother, but my mum always stayed behind, because I didn’t want my brother to get hurt.
I also had to work a lot, which meant that I would be out on the street a lot.
She also had a big problem with drugs, and that was very difficult for her to deal with.
So she said, you know, she should just stay in bed, and if you need her, she`ll come home, and then she would go to work.
My father had never really done anything like that.
My dad`s wife would come and help him clean up, and you can understand how hard that was for her, because she didn´t know if he would be able, if he was going to work or if he might lose his job.
My daughter had to deal on her own with all the problems of her father.
She has also had difficulties with the drugs.
My son had a problem with marijuana and that is a big one for her too.
She had to learn to live with it, so I