[In honor of Father’s Day, I’m taking a break. Several weeks ago, I invited each of my 3 offspring to give me a day off from the blog by sharing with you a powerful memory associated with me. Well, to paraphrase the old Meat Loaf song, “One Out of Three Ain’t Bad.” This week, I happily turn over the writing reins to my beautiful daughter Elaine. I’ll be back next week. Michael]
My parents got divorced when I was young, and Dad had visitation with us on Sundays. I felt like we had to do all this "living" with Dad in a short period of time. But it forced us (my siblings and I) to cram a lot of fun into this one day: Sunday.
There are so many fun Sundays that spring to mind. My favorite outings were at the beach. Even though my Dad would slather us in a SPF “wool sweater,” we always had a blast. And then there are our numerous trips to Bear Mountain with a bunch of hiking. And the Mets games where my Dad always had the coolest signs: "Outfielders may come and go but Strawberry Fields are forever." Or our adventures rock climbing at Central Park. My Dad always made sure we were outside and had plenty of fun. By the end of the day, we were exhausted or passed out for the ride home.
To this day, on some Sundays when I wake up and realize what day it is, for a split second I think of Dad. I am glad Father's Day is always on a Sunday because Sundays have always been "Dad's Day" to us.
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