No matter how many times I listen to it, George Strait’s song “The Breath You Take” always makes my eyes well up. I sit here at my desk, listening to my music as I work — and it hits me (for the millionth time): Time simply does not heal the absence of a father in my sons’ lives. Thank God our lives have been blessed with a few amazing men who love and support us, offer the fatherly sort of advice I need, and are amazing role models the boys can look up to (or identify with). This is good, for try as I might, I simply cannot fill the gap left behind. I can only be the best mother I can — and hope that it is enough.