my father

I've always been thankful that I grew up without a father.  Though I did meet my father at one point, and loved him and felt his love, and still do.  It's just that I grew up without him at my side, and that gave me a side in a way.  I sided with my imagination...of a father.  And I've learned to not decide against that...my imaginary father.  I've learned to imagine that a father in his truest way, most loving way, would lead me to my imagination.