Father's Day hasn't been much of a day for me since I lost my son in 2003. I drove up to Blowing Rock to visit my dad. Took him some scotch (Dr. wrote an order for 3 ounces of scotch per day), beef jerky, smoked almonds, and licorice. We had a nice visit. He'll always be my dad and Jacob will always be my son.
Father's Day ain't so bad after all.