Father’s Day feels weird for me. I used to have Father’s Day, my father’s birthday, and my parent’s anniversary in June and now nothing.
My father died in January 1991 (while I was at MacWorld San Francisco). I got a call that morning at the hotel from my friend telling me my father died. I spent the rest of the day wandering around in shock. The next morning I flew back to my home in L.A. and the following day I flew to New York, where my parents lived, for his funeral.
Thankfully my mom is still alive.
I often regret never having kids so I can have someone to pass my legacy to after I’m gone. I guess there’s still time, but as a single gay man there’s very little chance I’d have a family.