Yesterday marked the 100th anniversary of Fathers Day. I spent time thinking about what it means to be a father. I thought about the lessons a father must teach(and learn), I reflected on what the effects of fatherless homes have done to many of my close friends and general peers. Also, I took the time to appreciate the contributions my father gives my life and the wholeness that all active fathers create in the life of their children. I spent most of the day revisiting the life of Chris Adagbonyin, and agonizing over the fact that of all the things he lost when he lost his life, he lost the golden opportunity to be the great father he longed to be. Chris has a magnificently beautiful daughter named Tylen, whose pretty little faces radiates with his image like that of a mirror. In the midst of all of her innocence and preciousness, their is a void, left by the brutal murder of her dad. I love her as my own. I dream for her as my own. I will care for her as my own. But yet, I wish she still had her own and that Chris could have his. I know Chris would have continued to be an exemplary father to his daughter because it's what he set out to do everyday since her inception. Here's a salute to stand up guy and a standout dad. "Happy Fathers Day Big Bun".
