Sometimes things are not done right the first time. A lapse, a mistake, a betrayal, an abandonment, a folie - and something essential to healthy human development can be lost, overlooked, left undone. The wonderful news is that there are usually second chances. A second chance to do what was not done right the first time. Sometimes there are third, fourth and fifth chances too.
I have watched this man give the attention and love to his children - fatherly attention that I never received as a child. Being an up-close observer, in this way, of true fatherly love was a healing experience for me. I am sure, that over the years, some of my father-starved cells underwent deep, fundamental repair by just being privy to, by being in close proximity to, good, healthy fathering. Life did not give me a good family-of-origin father, but life has afforded me so many loving opportunities to experience up close and personal what good fathering can be. Pure balm to my wounds. Balm that closed the wounds.
I do not look for any sympathy here. It is not needed. The wounds have long since healed - thanks in large measure to a vicarious experience of fatherhood - watching my dear man father our children as children deserve to be fathered. He has thus offered me a reparative experience. I must tell him, although I think he knows.
You don't have to be a father to have a happy Father's Day!