Every year for Father’s Day, I set out to find the perfect Father’s Day card for my dad. For him and I, this card expressed our relationship. It never had Thomas Kinkaide artwork on it (though he really liked him) nor did it have something about him being the World’s Greatest Father. Anything sappy was out.
No, the more obnoxious this card was, the better. It usually had some funny character or Far-Side type comic on the front. Then inside it always had too be either punny or sarcastically funny.
This was us. To present him with anything different would not have been a testament to our relationship.
Five years ago, I sent him his Father’s Day card. It did not arrive in time for him to open it before he went into the hospital for surgery.
He never made it out of surgery.
The card laid on his kitchen…
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