How many Father's Days must my father have spent at sea? Most likely a lot though I can't remember a one. Why? Because it didn't matter. He was my father 365 days of the year, not just for a day. He still praised me over the phone when I experienced moments of excellence, listening intently as I described every boring detail of the occurrence. He spoke sternly to me from shore-side, in whatever country he was in, when he heard I was giving my mother an excessively hard time. He assigned me tasks at home from letters sent quickly in between ports, ensuring I wouldn't turn into some lazy, good-for-nothing teenager who wanted nothing else in life but to lay down. And most importantly, he constantly told me how much he loved and missed me when he was out to sea, whether I wanted to hear it or not.
So Happy Father's Day to my dad and all of the other fathers out there who, for whatever reason, must leave their loved ones from time to time in order to earn a living. You are missed constantly, you are loved incessantly, and you are appreciated all the days of the year, not just the ones for which you are home.
I love you, Daddy!
Happy Father's Day and thank you for absolutely EVERYTHING!!!
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