Happy Father’s Day, fathers!

See, Father’s Day has never been a documented moment on my calendar. I’ve jever purchased a Father’s Day card in my life. Back when I had my last German Shepherd, (RIP Rook) I would receive Father’s Day cards from time to time and that’s the extent of my Father’s Day adventures.

I’ve never met the man that donated a seed on my behalf. I’ve heard he’s a bad person. The story I’m told is the night my mother finally left him for good, she was six months pregnant with me and upon her exit was a barrage of unwelcome fists. She sacrificed a significant portion of facial features and consequently my uncles repaid him everything he had coming.

He had another son though. I’m 40 now, about 10 years ago when I learned he had another son, my mother arranged for us to meet. I met my brother just a few weeks shy of my mother dying. I’ve hung out with him twice, once at a funeral and once under friendly circumstances. I haven’t talked to him since.

His dad raised him and he’s been a heroin junky since he was 13, thanks to his dad. I’ve touched base with his sister a few times and he’s either in prison or unable to be found. That’s what happens when the man who donated my seed raises his seeds, I guess.... On that note:

Happy Father’s Day, I’m glad we never met.