Sunday is Father’s Day and — right up there with mothers — fathers deserve a day of their own.
Sometimes our dads are not showered with praise, but way down deep in every heart there’s a place that’s just for Dad.
I’d say that Dads deserve at least a day.
Friday was National Fudge Day; July 1 is Joke Day; July 29 is Chicken Wing Day.
And my personal favorite, Talk Like a Pirate Day, is Sept. 19.
A tribute to Dad certainly beats Build a Scarecrow and Cow Appreciation days.
Nowadays, there are plenty of tributes — from kids, pundits, cartoon characters.
If you are lucky enough to still have your father, let him know today — of all days — how much he means to you.
It’s taken many years, but I can finally walk past the Father’s Day card display without tears.
My dad, John Grimshaw (who they called “Jack” since it’s shorter than “John”), was a man of integrity. He was a Navy test pilot and flew Grumman TBF Avengers, among other planes, during World War II. Later, he was an engineer, wise and tender and funny.
As the oldest of seven, I remember him whistling reveille to wake us kids up in the morning, muttering “OK, men, hit the deck” to three daughters and four sons.
He could be stern and didn’t take any “guff” but was loving and generous to a fault. He would tinker in his workshop and get teary-eyed when holding a new grandchild.
He loved to make quiche and adored our mother.
After 25 years, I still miss him.
According to some accounts, the first Father’s Day was celebrated in Washington state on June 19, 1910. A woman named Sonora Smart Dodd came up with the idea of honoring and celebrating her father while listening to a Mother’s Day sermon at church in 1909.
No official action was taken, although Mother’s Day was created in 1908 and became an official U.S. holiday in 1914.
In 1957, Sen. Margaret Chase Smith wrote to congress: “Either we honor both our parents, mother and father, or let us desist from honoring either one.”
Wow! What a rallying cry that was.
Still, not until 1966 was it put on the country’s official calendar by President Lyndon Johnson, and not until 1972 was it made a permanent national holiday by President Richard Nixon.
Enough with the history.
I promise there won’t be a test on this.
As though we need a “day” designated by congress to honor our paternal parents — the ones who taught us to drive and gave us guidance and love.
So, this day is designated as the day to tell your dad he is your hero, your friend, your teacher,
Here are a few tributes and dadisms:
• From the kids. One little boy told his father, “Dad, I know you might not be Superman, Batman or Spider-Man, but you have everything in common with them — you’re a hero, especially my hero.”
• From another boy, “For my Dad, the handyman: Roses are red, Chlorine is blue. Thanks for keeping the pool clean. I really appreciate it.”
• From a teenage daughter: “My hero was my Dad. He was kind, humble, honest and loving and he fought leukemia every single day. ... Some people think you need a hero physically present on earth for them to be able to ‘save’ you. For me, my hero is here every day and will never leave me. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I know you’re up there with breakfast in bed and lots of cannolis.”
• From the pundits: “A father carries pictures where his money used to be.”
• Some clever soul commemorated Father’s Day by listing “Dad’s favorite sayings: “When I was your age... A little bit of dirt never hurt anyone ... Go ask your mother ... Were you raised in a barn? ... You don’t know what hard work is ... It builds character ... Don’t make me stop this car ... You’re grounded till you’re 30 ... Money doesn’t grow on trees ... Because I said so.”
And I will add one of my dad’s favorites, when the air conditioner was running, “What are you trying to do, cool off California?”
For all you “kids” out there, go ahead and make Dad’s day.
Look him square in the eye and tell him you love him.
Michel Nolan appears in The Sun on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Reach her at email@example.com or on Twitter @MichelNolan.