For much of my life, Father’s Day was the day i avoided, pretending it didn’t exist, or that i’d forgotten what day it was. The pain of remembering was just too great. The loss of my dad, who died when i was ten, was so painful, and still is at times. But today I celebrated Father’s Day, remembering my dad, Wyatt, with little Wyatt and Sebastian and their Papa, Benjamin. I can’t believe how lucky I am.