Father’s day is always one of mixed emotions. It’s been twenty two years since my dad died. There is so much I never got to say, so many unresolved questions, so many experiences unshared. I remember vividly however the comics he would buy for me, one of our few common grounds. I have shared them with my own kids. My father and I were not close by any means but I see him every day when I look in the mirror, how I walk and I hear his voice when I talk. There is no escaping the shadow of th...
