Skittles, I am sorry about your father. I can relate to missing a father in your life—although mine has not died—that must be so much harder. My father was/is an alcoholic and was never there for me. I am now 36 and we have spoken once in the past 10 years—that was by accident—his last words to me were—well I can’t write them here because they were a string of profanity ending in bi***.

I am so fortunate that a step father came into my life when I was a teenager. He has shown me nothing but unconditional love and support. He is the best thing since sliced bread! I wish you could experience that…