I always find that I get sad on Father's Day.
I have both my dads still - my step-dad just had his hip replacement surgery and he's recovering nicely. The man that adopted me along with my mom lives out on the West Coast, he'd be seventy-five now. I think the last time I spoke to him was August 2004.
We're not even estranged for any specific reason, as far as I know. He just lost interest in me after Dale got sick and didn't attend the funeral, and the last time I spoke to him was strained so I never tried again.
Anyway, I have an excellent life now and that's due in part to him, but I won't try to connect anymore. Today will be about Jim, who's been there for us since 1973, even if several of those years were spent arguing about cleaning up after myself and getting off the phone (remember party lines?!)
For all those dads out there, I hope you have a wonderful Father's Day.