So many people like to preach about the importance of fathers in a family unit but then look down on them when they arrive pushing a stroller.
I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.
Chris's death devastated me. Even now as I write this 13 years later, I have a hard time expressing my feelings about it.
It seems like from the moment I became the father of a girl, there has been a concerted effort by the world to make me realize that she would one day grow up and move on.
I can't pretend to know the tone of their curiosity, but I'm sure it's there and it really balances out to, "What must it be like when they're all alone back at home?"
I wanted this to be a memory she kept forever. Luckily, there was an option that I had never even considered.
Lucas may be able to recognize some words and directions but, as a non-verbal five year old, the concept of "bless you" isn't one of them.