We celebrated Father's Day at the church yesterday. I had a feeling that its not going to be like any other Sunday. Thess, the one who is more creative than anyone of us, managed to come up with a simple program, that well, kept us crying for more than 2 hours. What was supposedly just simple short greetings, it became more like a retreat, or a recollection. One thing was common: we all missed our fathers. Everyone had stories to tell and each one did not leave the pulpit without tears in the eyes. One story that did touch me was the story of Melody. Her father left them for another woman and because she was still young then, each Father's Day was always a struggle. Because the card she made at school, she didn't know whom to give it to.
If only we can make father custom-made. Fathers that will fit our needs and wants so you'll only have good memories to tell. But dad, like life, is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you'll gonna get. But i believe it's not really about having the worst or the best kind of father, its about what you do with the father you have now, flaws and all.
Happy Father's day.