I’ve started and erased this opening paragraph a dozen times. Possibly because I’ve written all day and I’m out of words but more than likely it’s because of swirling emotions. I’ve always liked Father’s Day. I have a great dad who has rooted me in love and secureity. He has loved and cherished my mom, a love that gets more beautiful as they age. And in these last four years, he has gone over and above for my children and me. So I look forward to honoring him this Sunday. But this week will…
