The disappearance or disengagement of biological fathers leaves wounds in the hearts of women and children that bleed for a long time afterward no matter what language you cry in. Whether the absent father is a distant memory or a fresh sorrow, he has killed something instead of giving life.
As an American serving as a Relief Society President in London, I have sat beside or across from my sisters and listen to their stories with intense interest. Some begin in far-away places like Nigeria, Ghana, South Africa, or the Philippines. Some begin very nearby. All of the stories end here – or rather – are paused here – in London, playing themselves out. Some of my friends struggle at present, but all dream of abundance for themselves and their children. Far too many have sad experience with the men in their lives: with the fathers of their children. The worst of these men have abandoned their own families.
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