Morning.
Happy Father’s Day.
It wasn’t until 1994 that I ever celebrated Father’s Day. I have no recollection of the holiday in my family as a child.
It’s not that it didn’t happen, I just don’t remember. At least not for me personally. My father was absent.
On January 4, 1994 I became a father and the following June my hapless parenthood was celebrated. And every year since.
And as it would happen, I told my own father Happy Father’s Day a year later.
Many of my fellow writers and friends share this day with memories. Anything I would have to share would be fiction, so here’s a story I wrote last year titled, “Father’s Day”
Read Story: http://ronearl.com/fiction/fathers-day/
It might be a odd Father’s Day tale, but it’s a good read. Enjoy.
Again, Happy Father’s Day.