My father told me the best gift I ever gave him were his Grandchildren, he had no others so my kids where very special to him.

He was a Love and I miss him everyday of my life.

Happy Fathers Day Daddy, Love you, Deni:)

Something has always stayed in my mind, in my heart, that tells me that the best remembrances, the most tender pieces of love are those given - not when expected at holidays - but spontaneously, for no reason at all. 

Obviously I am out in left field with the rest of the world, but there seems something wrong with "what are we going to give Dad this year?" as if this is a chore, a job.  Am I wrong in teaching my children, as I have been taught, that life is all about love and caring, not to be reigned in for holidays but doled out in many days and many ways when we are moved to do them? 

And so we found that our hearts are touched by the phone calls "just because", a book sent on the spur of the moment because it reminded us of the person in a way interwoven with memory, or a suggestion of a dinner out because (if we have to have a reason beside love) we have missed each other.  No more than that. 

Like all of us, I cherish that collection of clay objects made at school for mom and dad with tiny hands for father’s day or mother’s day … and the little cards given by such innocent loving children.  But now I cherish the phone calls, the visits -  coming as random surprises at any time that are interwoven with mutual words of love - far more than a celebration of A DAY. 

In our family - and it extends to friends also, it is and always has been that caring and no embarrassment in saying the wonderful things all of us like to hear is for every day, any day.  Perhaps that is why that I live on a high - not just at holidays - but in the most unexpected moments and in the most unexpected ways.  Call it what you want.  I call it love.

This year my daughter is giving her Daddy a handpainted sign on wood that says "my prince has come and his name is Daddy" with her name in the background.  I am sure he will love it b/c anything that comes from her, he cherishes.  Plus he is off work and gets to spend the whole day with her! 

My thoughts go out to our Military Fathers, Grandfathers, Sons, Daughters, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers who wont be with their Fathers this year due to protecting us.  Thank You!

I give my father my brothers address and telephone number. I would love for my father to get to know the wonderful son he did not have a hand in raising.

We children were raised by our mother, a great woman in the 1950’s! … Our father appeared in and out of our lives claiming he could not provide for us the way he wanted to so he chose  to disappear.

What a fool! … He missed out on a lot of love! … We did not give a damn about material and monetary gifts, we wanted him! … My mother struggled to put a roof over our head, food in our stomachs and clothing on our backs. We never knew we were poor. We had lots of fun together. We ate, had lots of books, lots of family and friends and a radio. We played and went to school an d church.

The last time I saw my dad I was I believe thirteen. He took us kids to the movies. I remember being in my mid to late twenties searching for him to no avail.

I miss having the presence of a father in my life. Daughters need their fathers just as much as sons perhaps even more. To this day I am fasinated by the father and daughter relationship. I use to ask men do you love your children? … I thought only women had a strong love for their children. I thought men were incapable of true love and were abandoning sperm donors.

I do not know to this day whether or not my dad is alive or deceased. He’s probably long gone. If he were alive today he would be in his late ninties. My mother died sixteen years ago.

My mother was both our mother and father. If she were alive today I would simply give her much more of my time. I was a good daughter but there is always more to give. I have no regrets where she’s concerned. She knew I loved her.