There is my Heavenly Father. I choose to call him Allah. When all else is gone, you always can depend on God. Now, my biological father is a whole other story. He was a provider, but quality time with him was never there.
My mother died when I was one year old. So, everything I learned — how to cook, clean, iron — came from my father. As a result of this, my kids and I are not close. I wasn’t there, and that’s something I can’t get back, because time has moved on.
All of us should cherish the time we have with a mother and father, as well as grandparents.
My goal is to get better with my kids before it’s too late. I can tell you something funny: when I was a baby, my father changed diapers. When he got older, I had to change his diapers. What that taught me was that being humbled is all right. He loved me, and I loved him, and that’s really all that matters.
Happy Father’s Day.
