I don’t celebrate Father’s Day.
Too many reasons to list.
But Bill provided half my DNA.
And Don gave me so many good things, like month-long camping holidays in Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, South Dakota, Alberta. He was a brilliant landscape photographer. He attended every recital. He helped with algebra homework. He got so many things right. But he also was a violent and cruel man and I’ve spent a lifetime trying to reconcile these two sides to him. It’s exhausting and ultimately unfulfilling.
So happy Father’s Day to all the loving fathers out there.
Dog and cat dads, too.
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