Father’s Day is Not About Me, and That’s Okay.

Let’s get the disclaimers out of the way immediately. Holidays can be intensely personal for some. Perhaps there is personal tragedy or joy associated with a holiday that make it meaningful and sensitive. You should celebrate holidays as you want to. You should throw a party or write a blog or stay at home and watch TV.

What many people choose to do is write a post on Facebook. This is especially true on Father’s Day when social media is packed with black-and-white photos of dads in uniform or faded snaps of men swinging small kids in the air or helping them build sand castles. And these wonderful memories are usually accompanied by warm message of love and appreciation. I love Father’s Day and Mother’s Day because I get to look at someone else’s happy memories and feel their gratitude.

This past week, one of these posts had the following response from a friend of mine (I’ve altered the text a bit, for privacy): “I wish I had happy memories of my dad like you do. My dad was abusive and then left my mom and me. So, Father’s Day is always sad for me.”

I understand, generally, where she’s coming from. Father’s Day is a little sad for me, too. My dad died in a submarine accident when I was 9 months old and I never knew him, but I longed for him all my life. I had to ask a neighbor to go with me to the Father-Daughter…