I've been lucky to have a wonderful father, although living so far away, I don't get to see him often enough.
My daddy is a man of few words, but with a loving and generous heart and spirit. He's always stood by me, even when he didn't necessarily agree with my choices. And his quiet strength and support have meant the world to me.
He taught me to work hard, stand up for myself and treat other people honestly and fairly, with respect. He always put his family first and has been a good grandfather, "Pa Bobby," to my daughter.
When my husband was six years old, his father died suddenly. Although he grew up with few memories of his father, those that remained helped set him on the path to being a good father to his own three children. Later, he welcomed my daughter into his life. We are both grateful for his steadying presence; for his humour, love and support in her endeavours. She is happy to call him Pappy.
Today Jordana and I salute these two amazing men. Happy Father's Day!