I’ve been thinking about my dad. After watching the movie Home run. And looking around at how many men walk out on their families. My dad was far from perfect. But at least he didn’t run. A lot of them do these days. And everybody makes excuses for them. His took off. There’s more to being a dad than doing something in a bed. Mine was there for Christmas and birthdays. He came for my school program and when I was hemmoraging in the hospital. it wasn’t easy raising a strong-willed Autistic daughter with almost constant health problems. He was definitely not the perfect parent. But at least he didn’t run. I miss you Dad.