My own father passed away, twelve years ago, long before he should have been taken from this physical plane. At age fifty-one, my father had begun finding his path. Years he'd spent as an alcoholic, but from what I've understood from people closes to him, he'd been sober for three months before a work accident took his life.
I'm aware three months may not seem like a long time to some, but for my father to go without alcohol for such a long time was a major accomplishment. He found God many years before this, but continued to struggle with this disease. He alienated most of his family and friends, but a couple stuck by him. I extend a thank you to these people, for I was not among them.
This is my biggest regret in life. He wasn't the best father, or the best man in the world, but he had a tender, kind heart when he wasn't under the influence. Life gave him many tests and trials, alcohol covered his demons, but in the end he found God and lived as we should with a clear mind. I pray this opened the gates of heaven for him and he now watches over his not-so-perfect children and knows we forgive him and hope he does the same.
On this special day, or any day, reach out to your father if he remains on the physical plane, whether he is a great father or a not so great father. One day he will be gone, and you will most likely regret not taking the moment to tell him just how much you care, no matter his faults.
(The angel plaque sat beside my father's bible. I have no idea where or who it came from, but it must have been very important to him. I keep it on my dresser to remind me angels watch over every one of us.)
Happy Father's Day.