I want to read you something quick-written by a wife and mother named Angel O’Hara.

Yesterday, Miranda, my four year old daughter, came up to me and said “It’s Father’s Day.”

“Yes, I know” I said. I had to smile.

“And Daddy is a Father.” Again I smiled.

“He’s a True Father.” She said, and we left it at that.

Later I told my husband what she had said. He asked her, “What makes me a true father?”

“Because you love me. That’s what makes you a true father.”

This last part is what really struck me as I immediately recalled the tears in my eyes as I read Catherine Lane’s status this morning on Facebook (I would be worried she wouldn’t want me to share this…but it was on Facebook, and she does have more “friends” that the population of many third world countries):

He spent time with me EVERY day and all that comes with it; the fun, the skills, the knowledge and life lessons that I still hear today. But the one sentence that I’ll never forget came late into his Alzheimers disease….when he couldn’t remember my face anymore. “I dont know who you are, but my heart knows I love you” and that was more than enough.

Children, love your fathers.  And fathers, love those babies.  The time you have together is the most indespensable and yet, disposable commodity in life.

And that’s something you can hang your hat on.