Just a Man

Over the Christmas holiday, my family and I traveled to see my father at his home in Missouri.  At 82, my Dad has his share of health issues.  But, more notably, he has accumulated a variety of battle scars from the journey that has been his life.  No one reaches 82 without a few.

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As I think back on my childhood, I realize that I had all the typical grand expectations that any girl does of her father.  “Father,” in my head, was synonymous with Prince Charming, Knight in Shining Armor, Super-Powered Hero, and Noble King – all rolled together.  You can imagine my dad didn’t live up to those expectations over time.  What dad could? Continue reading