The day of the year that you celebrate your dad. When I was growing up, we didn't really make to big of a deal about Father's Day. My sisters and I would give him some kind of homemade gift, and then we would go to church. Dad always had this special grin he would give when he felt loved. I would always see that smile on Father's Day. When I started working at camp, the best I could do was call him on Fathers Day. He would always be happy to talk to me and tell me random stories he knew I would enjoy. When he moved to Florida he would tell me about dolphins and sea turtles. He was always happy to here from me. And it was good to talk to him. I called him many other times throughout the year, but on Fathers Day I could hear that special grin.
When Dad moved back up to Michigan after being diagnosed with cancer, we were able to more things with dad some years we did a cookout, other years we took him out to eat. Some years for one reason or another all of us girls couldn't see dad at the same time. I would go his place and give him a gift, and he always had to show me what my sisters had brought before me. He was just so happy. He told me often he loved me, and there was never a doubt in my mind that he did, but in Fathers Day I could see his love. I could see his love in his smile. I could see his love as he told me about his visits with my nieces and nephews. He was so proud of all of us. I miss him. I know that he is proud and still feels loved by his girls up in Heaven. Happy Fathers Day Dad!
