There was a time I felt I could never live without having my father around. He’s long gone. A very long twenty one years. There’s  strength in us, we become immune to pain, blind to change. What pains me these days, not so much of missing him but I will never watch my children to build a relationship with him. My children will never know how much he would’ve been proud of me, how much he would have loved them, adore them. I had a big childhood, not so much like a child but a childhood lived with so much adulthood. I’m forever grateful for everything my father was, for everything he embraced me in…