Father's day will never be the same for me again; since my sweet grandfather, who WAS my father, died in 1980 at the age of 79. I love you papa...dearly!

Sam is a wonderful man. He has made a great husband and a great foster daddy to the girls, as well as all the other foster kids who came and went from our lives; as some of them stayed for a few weeks or just during holidays.

Sam loved his own father very much and held him in high regard. When he lost his dad at too young an age for them both, he felt he'd lost his best friend. Though I was not fortunate enough to know my husband's father, I honor him and all the stories I've heard about him. I know Sam thinks about his dad more than he speaks of him. It's just his way...

My grandfather was the only real father I ever really had in this life. I was 19 years old when he died. He died in June of 80, and I turned 20 in December of that same year. That's the thing about growing up with your grandparents as parents, they die way too soon for you to have to lose them. I miss papa so much after all these years. He never leaves my memory...

My own biological father claims a lot. He claims to have loved me. He claims to love me now. He claims to be a strong man of great will power. He speaks as though he is right up there with God, he does. BUT, my biological father brought nothing to my life but pain. I have nothing to remember him for as there was never much context between the two of us. The only thing I did receive from my biological father was my gabby personality. And, in some ways I'm glad for that part....on good days.

Yes, I love you my papa. I love you forever and a day. I know I will see you again. I believe it to be so. I am always, Your "Birdie".

Happy Father's Day!