Being a dad was one of my major goals in life, I was going to be the best dad in the world because I would correct all the mistakes my dad's made in raising me. I use the plural term because I had my biological father who was involved in the first seven years of my life and returning in my late teens and my stepfather who took on the task when I was nine. I was the ideal child, at least I thought, history would prove my memory flawed. My real dad missed the disciplinary years and returned after the work was almost done, He was a funny and very loving man when he came back with lot's of regrets and although not asking forgiveness earned it through understanding. My other dad gave of himself without question, a hard working, loving man who was there when you needed him and drew the line when necessary. Our relationship was very tumultuous in my teen years to the point of physical exchanges and although I never lost the fight I did in my heart. He never gave up nor did I and our love for each other grew stronger in later years. I loved them both and their losses were traumatic. Each and every day something I say or do reminds me of them. on this Fathers Day I again wish I could hug them and tell them how important they were in my life and how much I love them. Happy Fathers Day Dads...RIP