Here it is another Father’s Day. My kids will be taking me out to lunch later. These days I let them decide where to go. My son says I never pick any restaurant that’s good. He’s probably right. I always think about how much money they’re spending on me.
Of course, I always remember my own Dad on Father’s Day. Memories are all I have of him now. He’s been gone for a long time.
I never got him a tie. I think I can count on one hand how many times I saw him wear one. Sometimes I would get him a shirt or socks or something like that but his favorite gift was coffee. Yep, would get him a pound of it. My Dad drank coffee all day long.
I remember a couple times forgetting Father’s Day altogether. I hated it when I did that. A belated Father’s Day gift would often be two pounds of coffee.
I have favorite Father’s Day memories with my own kids. This morning I’m thinking back to June, 2008. Now that was A Good Sunday.
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