It’s funny how sometimes you don’t
miss something until it’s gone. Father’s Day used to be a list-minute chore of
seeking out a card and an ill-gotten last-minute gift; often bought on the day
while I’m at work or staggered out after a heavy Saturday evening out. We never
really did anything or went anywhere for it; probably because my old man never
did. Now it’s just another day. It’s hard to think it should be a day to
commemorate and remember because we have too many other days for that and we
need to get on with our own lives. Now there’s just an unwritten card in a
drawer which will probably stay there until the end of time, unless someone’s
desperate for it. But there is a way forward, and that’s for me to become a
father and make it my day. It’s time to create new memories.
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