“Dad” is a very special word, to me. I met my biological dad when I was 18. Michael. We buried him last year. I spent quite a bit of my young childhood with a step-father, I called, “daddy.” Kenny. In my youth, I had my grandfather and a special proxy dad, for father/daughter activities, camp-outs, or dances. Phil Allison I have had two fathers-in-law that I referred to or called “dad,” too. Mel and Bryan. My mom had some special boyfriend’s, in her world, that treated me like a dad. Jimmy and Wayne. I have a current step-dad, that treats me like a dad. Ernie And, just recently, thanks to Google, I’m in touch with a man who helped to raise me from when I was a baby until I was a toddler. I consider … Read entire article »