As many turn their thoughts to their fathers in nostalgic terms, there are those of us for whom our father remains a mystery.
We may know his name and miscellaneous facts about him, but that is it. He was never there for us. He imparted no wisdom to us, intimidated no boys over us, told us no dirty jokes, and never came through on his promises. Generally, he just disappointed.
There were no birthday or Christmas presents, not even a card. And most of the time his whereabouts are unknown. We may even wonder if he is still alive or buried in some distant city.
This is why I have never liked Father’s Day, because it reminds me of my father’s absence in my life.