My mom remarried a few years after she and my dad split up. Then, she passed away in a car accident when I was just nine years old. Before I turned ten, I lost both of my biological parents.
After that, I ended up living with my mom’s new husband, Steve Randle. He wasn’t my “real” dad, but he showed me what it truly means to be one. Steve dedicated his life to raising me and my little sister and brother.
When Steve met my mom, he was a successful lawyer. But after becoming a single parent, he gave up so much of his own happiness to be there for us.
He taught me more about life than anyone else – how to believe in myself, stay committed to family, and have faith in God. I’ve never made a big personal or work decision without asking him first.
I graduated from college with his support. I chose my career with his advice. And I’m a better dad today because of the example he set for me.
Being a real dad is about love, support, and encouragement. It’s not about biology. My last name is Randle, and it means more to me than money, success, or any title I could have.
Many people I admire, but my dad is my only true hero.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad! I’m so grateful to be your son.