
For as long as I could remember, the term father had absolute no relevance to me. Even since I was a kid, I can recall one particular Father’s Day in elementary school where we were to make cards for all of our dads, I was particularly excited to be able to hand mine to my uncle.
The story — if there was ever one — went a little something like this. I must have been four or five years old (who actually knows) when my parents…

