For Fathers Day ...

Had some French toast, got a shirt, two cards and reminded that our new wireless router we got a month ago was my main gift.

 

He's been gone seven years, but me and mine still play, every day. I wear his medal, his watch, I keep the last book he was reading (with the bookmark on page 135) on the endtable.



Happy Father's Day, Pop. I will always be that kid, and that dad, too.

 

Happy Father's Day, all you SportsJournalists.com dads out there.

We're letting Mr. Rosie do pretty much as he pleases today. We made him a French toast cobbler for breakfast (it's fantabulous) and we'll be grilling steaks for supper. And if you read the what's for supper thread, you know about my dilemma.

My mom and dad are going to be stopping by later today, this is totally and completely out of the blue.

This is our first Father's Day without my father-in-law. Mr. Rosie hasn't said a thing, but for all the time he's spent in his garage today, I'm sure it's on his mind.

 

Called my Dad and talked to him for about a half-hour. That's about it.

I'm taking him to a Cubs game for his birthday in August.

 

Mailed him a card. There was a golf exposition nearby that I thought about taking him to today, but given that he's not in the best of health and that it was pouring rain all night, I thought he'd be more miserable than happy.

 

I've never been much for the Hallmark days. I'm a big believer in acting like every day is special.

It's a good thing, too, because my daughter woke me up at about 6 a.m. with a cold. She snuggled into bed between my wife and I and then her cat's kittens, which are now walking and climbing, insisted on climbing out of their makeshift room and climbing into bed with us. I put up a good fight for about an hour and then gave up carrying them back to their abode. Tired of their little claws in my side, I took my pillow and collapsed onto the couch for an hour.

My daughter woke me up with a card that had a picture of her and me with a big heart and the word "Daddy" spelled correctly not once, but twice. It made up for the lack of sleep and the fact that I'm now at work.

 

Well, that was quick.

Ten minutes. I think that beats the old record of 15.

 

I wear my father's watch and his ring, too.

 

I got a card. A card from Ms. Slappy and the dog.

 

lono, your dad is that guy in the dox equis commercials, right?

Killick, that's heartbreaking dude.

Me: Tuesday will be six weeks since my dad had six bypasses. He'd smoked for 50 years and has not lit up once since. My brother and I decided to make Father's Day a tailgate party, so we took some ribs to my parents' house and barbecued them. Took my dad to the store to get dog food and refill his propane tank. I was happy to do the lifting, and happy that he's still with us.

At my house, Mrs. Novelist and the kids let me sleep til I woke up of natural causes. They gave me a custom floor lamp for my home office, then we went to my folks'.

 

My daughter and her best friend made me chicken breast and a salad that had about 100 things in it but tasted great. We'll go to a game for my present sometime this summer. My dad's been gone about 30 years; got my vocabulary from him and was introduced to journalism by rolling one newspaper at a time in a bumpy-riding truck with his cigar ashes only occasionally creating a small flashfire in the back. My stepfather has been gone about 17 years. Learned how to face even tough situations with a little humor. Learned the patience of Job from both.