My dad and mom divorced when I was three. However he stayed a part of my life until his death. He worked construction and sometimes the job would take him out of town but I don't think there was ever more than a couple of weeks at a time that he was gone. He would always come back when he could and worked as close to home as possible so that he could spend time with me. The one constant I had, broken home not withstanding, was the love of both my parents. After I married and had a son he was just about the most proud grandparent ever. I wish my son could have spent more time with him as my father died in 1972 when my son was only 17 months old.
By faith Noah,being warned of God of things not seen as yet, moved with fear,prepared an ark to the saving of his house;by the which he condemned the world,and became heir of the righteousness which is by faith Heb.11:7