I started this blog for father's day in recognition of ALL fathers and wasn't able to complete it. But I am going to see if I can go ahead and finish it now because it got me to thinking about my family (all of them). I didn't know my father, not because he ran off and didn't have anything to do with me, not because my mother tried to keep him away, and not because he died in war or of some health issue. My father died when I was very young; the only father I know is my mom. The only image I have of my father was us (my father and I) on a pew both dressed in white. There are several interesting things about that memory but the most interesting, for me, is that my mother said my father never went to church or weddings. Where does that image come from? What does it mean? I don't know that I will ever know the real answer but my thoughts are that it relates to my father and his desire to protect his girls. I have heard that he was a great fa