To all of you who are fathers, and those who are not but may be uncles or brothers or have friends who are like fathers or brothers. We may not remember our own fathers as being perfect, but those who are now fathers themselves know how hard a job that is. I never remember my father ever hugging me, and he often put me down in front of his friends when I was a boy and teenager. I never knew why. But one of his brothers said my father loved me and my older brother and sister, and I believe he did. I remember the good times and forgive him for the others. I hope you can remember the good times from your father and forgive him for the others.