Well, I missed it again this year, so I’ll say it again for myself and for my three sons, two of whom have children of their own.
And my two daughters? Who knows. I have a feeling, at least, that they can’t help but think about me every one of their days.
And I say it for all fathers everywhere, stripped of their children by forces beyond their control.
Maybe somebody read this. Anyway, I heard from my son Benjy who had stopped somewhere in his Delta MD-80, and phoned me a happy father’s day. Hadn’t heard from him in over a year, but it made me feel good. Thanks, Benjy.