A Father/Son Story For This Father's Day
A Father/Son Story on this Father's Day For those of us who had complicated relationships with our deceased Dads, Father's Day can be bittersweet. There are no more moments to share, no more significant dates to celebrate. All that remains are the ever-fading memories of how it once was. With each passing year, I feel our relationship differently, the half-life of the more painful moments ever receding, I feel little of the angst I once did. Maybe it's maturity, maybe just grace. Who knows. What I do know is there's a void in my life, that something once important and defining is missing and no longer. And though our relationship had more than its share of challenges, even in the most dysfunctional of father-son dynamics, sometimes you just wish they were still around. Like most fathers and sons of our era, our early bond was cemented around sports. Growing up in New England, our first passion was ice hockey. I played it, he coached it, we watched it. Bobby Orr and th