Father I see you in my eyes. A solemn and silent... Painful demise. When I looked into the mirror. The face I would see, was frightening. I saw you. Not me. But that no longer discourages me. It comforts me. Knowing I am not alone. Knowing that each obstacle I walk through has not only been survived by, but also mapped out. It comforts me to know I have 3 wonderful parents to hold my hand through it all. Each unique ... And each, with powerful words they speak. I'm glad to say that YOUR my dad. I'm glad to know you will not go... When I reach a new low. I have 3 parents that will always be there for me. And that's something I positively know. But today, we focus on one individual particular. What is a father? Who is MY father? You are not perfect. But you grow each day. From all the pain you faced in youth, trying to guide me away. I watched you transform into something more patient... More loving... More kind... More merciful. The old you... The anguished and infuriated you... A melting magma cooling on the earth sizzling every crevice killing all the grass surrounding, now the very sediment needed for the flourishing flowers. You were there in my darkest hours. Whether it ended bad, or not ... You were there.