There’s actually a really long post I thought about making here, but I’ll keep it short (sort of). Father’s day means a lot of different things to me. My mom’s dad was very much like a father to me when I was very young, at a time when my own dad was not in a place to be a dad. I have a step dad who, though he’s done a lot of shitty things, helped me through one of the toughest times in my life when no one else could. Then of course there’s my actual father, who passed away 8 years ago, he wasn’t always the best dad but I always knew he loved me. For the last 4 years it’s had a new meaning since I’ve become a father. I think father’s day means something different to everyone out there, for me it’s a very mixed bag. It’s a day for remembering the past and thinking about the future. It’s a day of sadness as I remember and miss my own father and of happiness as I remember the father figures that are still in my life. Of course first and foremost it’s a day to spend with my daughters and remember how much they mean to me and be happy that I have two amazing little girls. To all the dad’s and father figures out there, Happy Father’s Day.