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Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to say my dad was some raging asshole. He wasn't. He was just uninvolved. And when he finally did get involved (a very little bit) it was like, too little, too late. I don't harbor ill will towards him, just mostly sadness I guess. So I awoke this morning and thought, it's Father's Day and I forgot to send a card to my dad. Then all these thoughts came to me. So I decided to blog 'em.
What do you think? What would you do? Send a card that is full of false representations but fulfills the "daughterly duties" or send nothing, which I didn't mean to do but did. I meant to send a representation of appreciation that would just get the job done. But I forgot. Must be my subconscious at work, huh?
Anyhow. It's 7:00am and Shorty McShort is still sleeping...please God, let this be a sign of things to come (she usually is up with the birds between 5:30am-6:00am).
So, to all you amazing, loving and nurturing fathers out there, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! You deserve it.