You Say I’m Not Your Dad? Then Let’s Discuss What I Actually Am

Now, when I visit, a small comet races down the hall yelling “Grandpa Mike!” like I hung the moon. Maybe I did.

Life doesn’t always hand out titles. Sometimes it hands opportunities. You show up. You stay. You love without expecting applause. And one day, it returns—in a painting, a speech, a card, or a baby’s tiny hand curling around yours.

If you’re quietly and consistently loving someone right now, keep going. You might not hear “thank you” today—but you’ll see it in their eyes tomorrow.