Dad? I have a terrible, terrible confession to make. I’m not proud to admit this but, well, ever since my first child was born fourteen or so years ago, I stopped thinking about Father’s Day as something for you and started thinking about it as something designed exclusively for me. It's true. I'm ashamed to say it’s no longer about what lame gift am I going to get you that you don’t want. It’s now what lame gift are my wife and kids going to get me that I don’t want.
All of which is really just my way of saying don’t be too disappointed when you walk down to the mailbox and don’t see a card from me. Because it won't be there. It’s not that I don’t love you. I do. Very, very much. It’s just that, well, see, I forgot to send your Father’s Day card. And forgot to buy the card. And forgot it was Father’s Day. Sorry, Dad. But thanks to the Internet and the indulgence of the Huffington Post, if you look below, you'll discover you now have your card and I saved the price of a stamp.
Happy
Father’s
Day!!!
Love,
Bill Diamond
Have fun and remember -- this is your day. Oh, and make sure to check this space on your birthday. Don't be surprised if I've arranged a little something special for you.
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