He wasn’t my biological father. He was something more. He chose me. This Father’s Day, I wrote a letter to the man who taught me how to fix cars, trust kindness, and finally meet myself after he was gone. For anyone grieving today, you’re not alone.
The Man Who Chose Me
He wasn’t my biological father. He was something more. He chose me. This Father’s Day, I wrote a letter to the man who taught me how to fix cars, trust kindness, and finally meet myself after he was gone. For anyone grieving today, you’re not alone.