My dad left my mom and me when I was around 8. He didn’t abandon me, just moved far away and he still called and I visited once a year. I never really thought about it much, but now that I have kids that are the age I was when he left, I find myself thinking about it.

Those boys bring me so much joy and self learning, I can’t imagine being away from them for long. The conversations and games, the struggles and pains are all building a bond I hope will last our lifetimes.

I still talk to my dad every once in a while, but I can’t help but think that my dad missed out on so much connection. I’m not sure if he realizes it, and I don’t feel like bringing it up because I don’t want him to feel bad about it, because it made me who I am today, a loving present father.