I don’t know about you but throughout my life, Father’s Day has never really been a traditional holiday. When most people think about Father’s Day, they think about celebrating their dad. For me, it’s always been a little different because there wasn’t just one man who helped shape my life. Growing up, the man I respected most was my grandfather. My Papa was one of a kind. He was my grandmother’s dad. He was in the Navy and of course he had the dancing women on his arm. Before he got sick with Cancer he owned a gas station. This was the man who would run away from home and…