Carnal Zen

Like everyone else, I detest Hallmark holidays. No, that’s not right. I detest that we need them. That we mark 1 day out of 365 to think about the gifts received from father-types, and that we show it with a piece of grilled meat. Chances are, the most sentimental words shared all year will come in the pre-printed text of a mass produced greeting card…and that’s crap.

Maybe, in your case, he was the man who stepped up, when your biological parent fell flat. He probably gave you driving lessons, bought mint chocolate chip ice cream and ran down the block as you learned to balance on your banana seat schwinn…and he did it more than once a year. Maybe you called him Grandpa, or Uncle (even if he wasn’t). My brother, in his early 20’s became one of those men to 3 fatherless boys. Yesterday, he received a list of the top 10 reasons he is loved, inscribed in crayon.

I am a shameless Daddy’s girl. I’d planned to blog today about all the wonderful things about my father, but perhaps the greatest tribute to him is the wonderful son he raised, and the legacy of love they have bestowed. Happy Father’s Day to them both!!!

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