As a kid I remember crying myself to sleep many nights. Not understanding why I didn’t have a father. Broken. My parents got divorced when I was very young, and consequently, my father was absent from my life until the day he died. I remember all too well watching my friends with envy at birthday parties, or sports days, or even just school drop-offs. To me, it seemed as if they had perfect lives… Simply because they had their dads there. I grew increasingly bitter and angry because I felt like a piece of my life was missing – a piece that should have been there like it was for…