So, it's Father's Day, and I've been hearing a number of people talk about it, in both blog and meat worlds. I left a comment on Althouse's site about it. I'd like to say happy things, good memories, and the like, but I don't have a lot of them. He got sick, and I had no contact with him -- my choice. (There is a long explanation there, but I'm not in the mood to give it.) He died, and I didn't go to the funeral, and I don't even know where he's buried. Nor do I, at this particular moment in time, care to know this. Don't count on much change to this attitude in the future.
Not all holidays are good ones.