This is being written on Father’s Day, which like the day for mothers, is bittersweet for the childless person whose parents are dead. The perfect gift, cards, families out celebrating – it’s something in which you no longer participate. You’re left alone to ponder what you’ve lost. Today was a little different. A chipmunk darted out in front of my car. I swerved. It kept running, safely to the other side of the road. Because it is Father’s Day my next thought was of my