Bit late to the party here for reasons which will become apparent...
Anyway.. My Dad died in 1976 at the young age of 56. For reasons I won't explore here.. we never were especially close... but were more so in his last couple of years. I don't recall whether we really did Father's Day.
I now have two Daughters.. 36 and 40 years old. They never fail to send a Father's Day card at minimum..and usually a gift. We don't do sloppy. Oldest and I still laugh at this one she sent me a few years ago. It's become a classic..and I love it..
As to youngest. She's expecting her first child and our third Grandchild. So, I was delighted that she managed a nice bottle of wine and a card for me, plus a text chat.
What I didn't know was that she'd started into labour...
An hour or so ago she called Mrs Mull..who insists on having her phone on speaker so she doesn't have to have it 'frying her brain'....
What I heard was 'woman in labour' noises..
I deserve that bottle of wine. That's my little girl there....