Parenthood is that mystical endeavor that many of us experience but few of us understand. Today I'm thinking of tomorrow being Father's Day. To me it always seemed to be an after thought to Mother's Day. In pregnancy, birth and life children just seem to bring a greater demand on mothers than fathers. Mothers also take to heart the issues and problems of their children in a way fathers often miss. Fathers might be told to set the line for their children, but it is usually the mother who then lives with enforcing it. I'm not saying that I don't want any recognition for the role I played in my children's lives, but it pales in comparison to Marsha's contribution. So I will be happy tomorrow with the celebration that I have two great adult children and through them four wonderful grandchildren. I could not be happier to have the honor of being a father to this family, but I can't but think of the one who I miss. On Mother's Day I was away from home with Merrie and her family. I didn't have the solitude to grasp the reality that the real parent is no longer available to my children and their children.