Father’s Day, a day that was started to celebrate the fathers and father figures of the world, hasn’t been fun for me for most of my life, but it was at one point. As many people know, my dad unexpectedly passed away of a heart attack in the summer of 1995, almost two months before my 11th birthday. A week before his passing, I remember sitting in the passenger seat of his car while he sat in the driver’s seat in the parking lot of a store we would frequent together. We had just left the store and I was immersed in the candy he bought me when…
