Father’s Day means a lot of different things to different people. For some it’s a celebration. For some, the day evokes painful memories. And still, for some others, it’s a day of mourning. But for me, it is all three.

Without taking the time to give a full background on my lineage, my family situation is complicated, to say the least. And each Father’s Day brings mixed emotions. I mourn the loss of my grandfathers, with whom I was barely able to forge relationships. I recall painful childhood memories of my own father and the odd circumstances that continue to plague our relationship. I watch my wife as she celebrates me but struggles with her complicated history and loss of her father last year. Amidst all that, I celebrate the day with my own children, showered by their love and affection. And the combination of those things will make this holiday different from all others for the rest of my life.

I have witnessed amongst my own circle friends that I am not alone.

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