Fatherless Day
My father has no idea who I am. And yet, he loves and misses me. I guess that's something biological. How do you miss someone you barely know?
Well, time to send him a half-assed Father's Day email. I considered calling but I hate these bullshit Hallmark days. It's not like I've got anything to say, either way. If my pop and I were stranded in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, we'd last about 30 seconds.
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One day your father will be dead and it'll be too to say anything to him at all. Don't lose the only time you've got through petty issues. Blood is blood.
Actually, Anonymous, my father will live forever.
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