The Annual Sappy, Sentimental Father's Day Post
My biological father abandoned us when I was about 12 years old. We didn't see or hear from him for many years. To this day, I really don't know why. He never told me. I never asked. It was what it was. The last time I saw him was in January 1992. We had a nice visit and took lots of pictures. 35 days later, he was killed in a freak car accident. Whatever explanation I would get from him went to the grave. I fell into a deep depression.
All my life, I defined myself by the failure of my father to be what he was supposed to be. On August 17, 1993, all of that changed. My son was born. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. I was a Dad. Now I had the chance to be to my son what my father wasn't for me. I have four children now, and they are all grown and going to college. I adore each of them. I wasn't always perfect, but I love them and I know they love me.
Somewhere in the midst of all of this I had a rather humbling awakening. I was never fatherless. I mean, I know my Heavenly Father has always been there. But I am talking about Jerry. Jerry has been with my Mom since I was 9 years old. He is technically my stepfather. The truth is, he has been more of a Dad to me than any man on the face of this earth. He has always been there for me. He loves me even when I am not at my best. He accepts me no matter what. He loves me like a father loves a son. He is one of the sweetest, most genuine people I know. He is also very intelligent; he can converse about anything! Most of all, he loves the Lord Jesus and he has loved my Mom for all of these years.
So I would like to offer this meager tome as a dedication to Jerry Shealy, my Dad. I love you with all my heart and I always will!
I am so very blessed. I have a Dad.