Not a good day for me. I had a horrible childhood and my dad was the one good thing about it. I miss him.

Miss dad every day. He passed about a year and a half ago. Was outside working and a mosquito bit him, a week later he was being taken off the ventilator. West Nile Virus, it attacked his nervous system and he couldn’t breathe on his own anymore.

He wasn’t perfect, but he was mine. He loved me, and was always telling me how proud of me he was.

I think it hurts more because I’m adopted. Dad chose me. Specifically. I was his, and he was proud of that. I miss him so damn much.

I’ve missed my dad every day since he departed twenty years ago.

Tough, my dad died in 2012. My kid is busy and typically forgets things like Mother's Day and Father's Day. I poke him to remember Mother's Day.

My family mostly forgot about it, which honestly is fine.

I got to watch my oldest son get his blackbelt in Aikido, and if that's not a dad moment I'm not sure what is.

It falls on the second sunday in November here

My father died when i was around 8, so can't remember much about him. In addition i don't really see the point or reason to put up the charade of celebrating holidays either. So it's just another day.

We had fathers day on 14. of May. It was okay. Had a little present basket for my father with foreign beers and crisps and got myself a kindergarten crafted present from my daughter.

Gone no contact with my dad for over year. So basically celebrating summer solstice and that’s it.

It’s an ordinary work day but I let myself sleep in a little. Kid and the baby mama are out of town today but I’ll get to hang out with the kid tomorrow and baby mama promised me a hookup as a Father’s Day present. Can’t complain lol.

I got my first "Happy Father's Day" yesterday because one kid forgot what day it was.

Tonight we're taking my dad out for sushi.

Five weeks ago?!

Extra time on the pooper this morning, going good. Grass cutting and cake later.

I'm 65 and both my parent are still alive, which is amazing. My father is 94. Unfortunately he has been suffering from increasingly serious dementia over the last few years. It is terrible to see a genuinely great mind crippled by having less than a minute of reliable recall. I know it isn't likely, but I keep hoping that one of the many breakthroughs in treatment that are in early trials will become available while it can still do him some good.

My father was a successful engineer for a few years, then decided that wasn't what he needed to be doing. He went to a seminary for a master's degree and became a Methodist minister. Although he grew up around Chicago, he went to South Carolina because they were very short of qualified ministers. As a white midwesterner in the rural deep south during the late 50's and early 60's he took part in the civil rights movement, which nearly got him killed more than once. My parent moved back north before I started school, because they weren't willing to put me into the 49th best educational system in the country.

He spent the rest of his career in Iowa, often assigned to churches that recovering from serious problems. (For example, his predecessor at one had been found to be a pedophile and sent to prison.) My father was good at restoring people's trust, partly because he never said or did the easy things. He challenged people to think and to act on their convictions.

In his late forties, he went back to school part-time, while continuing to be a full-time pastor, and earned a doctorate in theology. It wasn't part of a career change, he just wanted to continue his education. And I don't think he ever used the title that came with it.

I should also note that he was a good father. He spent time with us, despite working long hours as a minister. He was loving and supportive.

My father has never been perfect. He got frustrated, angry, and impatient, like everyone else, but he was an amazing example of what an intelligent and courageous person can be.

It's hard not to feel that I've already lost him. I do try to appreciate the time I still have with him, but it is sometimes hard.

Very grateful for my stepdad.

I don't generally believe in the paranormal whatsoever, but my dad gave us each a wallet-sized ouija board as a joke before he passed a few months ago ("keep in touch"), so I sent a quick "love you dad" on it, just in case.

My priest was thankful.

Ooops! Thanks for the reminder

mothers day and fathers day don't mean much to my wife and I at this point. our parents are dead and we chose to not have children. its just like any other sunday for us.

Eh. My dad was pretty bad when I was a kid. Attempts to reconnect as an adult did not work out. I've been no contact for like 6 years now.

Had a lovely day getting cards from wife and kids, nice dinner, invited my grandma over to join us. Miss my father but sent some messages to a couple of people who have filled a similar role since he passed.

Who decides these days and how does one keep up with these? I'm off of mainstream media and now missed Father's day. I just don't bother with these anymore. Sure I'd like to celebrate a day for my dad but these occur on most random days that I barely keep with these, ever so since I have quit the normal social media.