Dad missed not having a boy. No, he never said so in so many words. But because my parents’ first born, Charles Robert Richert, Jr., whose tiny gravesite is at St. Peter’s Church in Lanesville, Indiana, was never mentioned by my dad in front of my sister or me, spoke volumes about the depth of loss he must have felt.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. Dad loved Sandy and me with all his heart. In fact, I defy you to find a better Dad!
And he had a devoted nephew he was close to, and then sons-in-law, and his first grandchild was a boy, followed by two girls, and then another grandson. Dad always felt blessed when it came to his children and grandchildren. But I think there was always a little sadness around the edges of his heart.
For the first time ever on a Father’s Day, I’m imagining my dad and my brother celebrating, hanging out, playing with a train set or a round of golf, or casting a couple fishing lines into Blue River.
Whatever you’re doing, I hope you guys are having the time of your lives!!
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