I have always known that one day I would be a father. I look back now and know that I had no idea what that really meant. I spent years in medicine providing families with the greatest gift they will ever know.
My turn did eventually come, and I must admit that fatherhood is nothing short of a blessing. My children have been a constant source of pride and joy. The years seem to have flown by - the trips to Disney, the homework, the graduations, the disappointments, the tryouts, the bruises and injuries, the car rides as they slept or fought in the back seat. It's all a sweet tapestry.
But on this Father's Day, I turn my mind to the present. I am afraid to watch the news as violence, hatred, and bigotry go by with such acceptance it has become a norm.
Let us take a moment to think of those "fathers" who cannot celebrate. Whether it is Newtown, CT, San Bernadino, CA, Orlando, FL, Tel Aviv, Paris, Brussels, etc.- these fathers are only left with memories. I do not care if you are "with HER" or a "Trumpeteer". I do not care if you are a card carrying member of the NRA or a lobbyist for gun control.
Please take a moment during your barbecue, beach party, baseball game, or family time and think about those fathers who have endured the worst possible heartbreak. I'm sure that these Dads would give all that up to see their greatest gift returned.