My dad

I never knew my dad really, just the shell of a man I guess. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was about 5, it's weird but I never got to see him much after that. Even though we lived in the same town we didn't see him much. I think he used to give me money at Christmas and my birthday, but I don't remember many. Then just before I went into the 5th grade, over the summer, we moved to Colorado from Nebraska where we lived. I only remember seeing him once after that. We went back to Nebraska and visited him, stayed with his new family. I remember one of the kids my age wanting to fight me, but I didn't want to. I remember them liking race cars a lot, my dad was a race car driver, a really good one I guess, but I never got to see him race after he and my mom were no longer married. The only other thing I remember about that last rip was one of his step kids tore apart all my star wars figures, and I was really sad about that. But the mom bought me all new ones, but it didn't seem the same for some reason.
Isn't it sad I have no real memories of my dad?
But what's really cool is that I met Jesus at age 14 or so, the year before my dad died. What's cool is that Jesus became my real father, my all in all. He replaced everything that my dad never was to me.
Now that I've lost my mom too I don't have anyone to ask questions about..why, when, how did this or that happen.
Some sad stuff down here on this little earth. But God is still very faithful. I would gladly trade, as I have had to, my relationship with my earthly dad, for a relationship with my earthly father.