I had a nice Father's Day on Sunday. I went out for a run, four miles of somber reflection on the past decade of Father's Days without any contact with any of my children.
It's called PAS. It's real.
A friend called and invited me out to coffee and bagels. I always enjoy being with her.
Another friend who is about the age of my children but who is light years ahead of those three in compassion and maturity emailed me wishing me a happy day. My best friend from high school who is in the same exact situation with his children as I am with mine called to wish me a happy day.