My father died within hours of my birth. I never heard his voice, never saw his face and never knew his likes and dislikes. But if you've never had it, you don't miss it.
In a speech class in high school, we were asked to talk about our families. As I listened to my classmates speak of trips taken with their dad, learning to play baseball with their dad, etc. I realized I was missing something.
And so I've gone through life adopting dads. One taught me to think for myself. Another helped me learn about finances. One taught me to drive.
I owe a great deal to the men who came alongside and assisted in my upbringing.
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-- JOY BACH, Kennewick