My father died before the days of social media, before pictures were readily accessible on phones. And quite honestly, I’m usually off the web on Father’s Day anyway, cause I still get a little envious. But there’s a part of me that feels that not posting abt him can be misinterpreted as his lack of presence in my life, which is far from the case. Today, I wanna honor the man who was present at every recital and play (even if my mom had to nudge him awake when I appeared on stage), who’d pick me up from the subway (and take my friends home too cause he didn’t want them going home alone), who’d tell me he loved me everyday and let me attempt to count the endless freckles on his face, who always spoiled his baby and gave me the best example of how a man should treat me. Although it’s been 17 Father’s Days without you, I’m never not thinking of you.