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Sunday is when we celebrate our Fathers.  For some of us, it means spending the day with them.  We will take them for brunch, take them golfing or take them out for dinner.  For others, it means you remember the man who was there for you when you were a child, but who is no longer around to celebrate the day.  I fall into the last category.  I remember when I hung on every word of what my Dad said.  I was his shadow.  If he was fixing his car, I was there to hand him the tools.  If he was cooking, I was there to watch and be the dishwasher.  My Father is not dead, but living in England where he has been for the last 11 years.  My Dad was the type of man that could run hot or cold at the drop of a hat.  He was the type of man that should have remained a bachelor.  There is one tender moment between my Father and I.  I had arrived home from school with a broken heart and my Dad told me that things would get better and he gave me a hug and let me cry on his shoulder.  I also cherish the one photo of the two of us together that my Mom took.  It is in black and white.  We are both in front of the apartment. He is getting ready to go out, and myself as a toddler is clinging to his leg not wanting him to leave.  My Mom told me much later that after he left, I bawled my eyes out.  I look at that picture from time to time and smile.

I haven't seen my Dad since he left. He didn't leave on his own accord.  He left that day very angry. I often wonder how he is doing and what he is thinking as Father's Day rolls around.  So for those of you who still have a Father, cherish him, hug him, tell him how much you appreciated everything he did for you and raise a glass or a golf club to him.  Do it for those of us who don't have a Father.