Happy Father's Day

Daddy, you died in 1988, but I still dream of you almost weekly. Father-in-law, you died in 2002, but I still dream of you often. Papaw, you died in 1975, but I still dream of you several times a year. Husband, best father I know, I am so grateful that you're part of my life and that our sons still have you and your love. Especially this week. Our dear daughter-in-law Heather lost her stepfather to Alzheimer's this week. In January she lost her father to pancreatic cancer. So tomorrow will be her first Father's Day without either of them. I know how she feels. She has a couple of grandfathers left. I have one uncle left (my mother's brother Sherman), so the men in our lives are thinning out. I wish Stephen would get to experience what being a father feels like. I'd love for him to have as much enthusiasm and passion about his own child as he's experiencing for this new kitten they'll be getting in the next couple of weeks. Still, love is love. And maybe one day....

It's hot today, comparatively speaking. We're still trying to get our uneven cooling situation fixed, but the guy who was supposed to come out yesterday changed the appointment to Monday. My Esteemed Spouse is heading to Louisiana on Thursday to spend a week with his mother. My six-week semester is nearly over. It ends next week. But I still have the online all-summer class that goes till August 10.

I got summoned for jury duty for July 13. It's the usual "call the night before" situation. So I may not get to serve, but I actually want to. I want to see how the system works.

Anyway, Happy Father's Day to all the fathers in the world. I hope you are good ones. We don't need bad dads (or moms), but the ones of you who excel--you make the world a better place.