Father's Day

The day before Father's Day I took Mark out for breakfast. (Claire is at Camp Kesem this week.) The table next to us had a father in his 50s and his son in his 20s. They were enjoying breakfast together talking about football. Mark glanced at them several times and smiled in silent agreement with some of their football opinions. I ached for him. Mark is on the edge of adulthood and he never got to talk to his father man to man. Ken would have loved talking about football, fishing, life plans with our son.