Yeah, I meant to write this yesterday. Yeah, I'm a day late. Yep, I also sent out cards/gifts late, too (or will, when I get them out). Yes, I am aware of how much I suck. And yah, I'm OK with these facts.
I'm not going to lie- Fathers' Day is hard for me. Like many people, my Dad's not here anymore. I'm grateful for my spouse, who's a great dad to our Bug, but he's not always such a great partner to me. Also not uncommonly, what family we do have is split across the state and farther; our older family members have less than great health and we have less than a little bit of spare time. H3ll, Dwight even had to work on fathers' day, so there went any dinner plans.
I'm extremely grateful for the time I had with my father. He was an amazing person who helped shaped me into who I am to this day, and if it weren't for him I'd be even more broken than I already am. He gave me confidence, inquisitiveness, logic and reasoning, and great hair. Then he died and I've been trying to pick up the pieces ever since.
I'm not the only one with this burden to bear; my sister and mother and so many more people miss him, too, but we all have our individual journey to travel in our pain. Some of us handle pain more or less effectively, and a lot of that depends on the support we grew up with and the skills we learned as a child. I'm immensely thankful that I received love, support, and skills from my father, but less face it, loosing a parent hurts whenever and however it happens. I can be appreciative and sorrowful at the same time, as can any other human. We're complex critters, humans, and extremely diverse. Far more so than some quips in the card aisle or cliched neckties and cookouts would imply.
No matter how you recognized the day, and no matter how you nurture the next generation, thank you for all you do, dads everywhere. You make differences left and right, so make the best of those differences.