Dads are often described as strong. Tough. Brave.
But this year, I give the award of the bravest to a group of dads that, last year, my happy-go-lucky self hadn’t even thought about.
The bereaved dads.
This year, I see them.
I see their quiet strength and their tired faces.
I see the way they cover their families in protection, and I see how they watch life through a new lens of changed perspective.
My husband, not by choice (it’s never by choice), belongs to this group of brave men.