A couple people asked me if I’m thinking about my dad this year on Father’s Day. [If you look at the obit, “other relatives” covers me and a couple of nieces and nephews.]

Truth be told, I’m not really thinking about him, and I rarely do. I don’t think that makes me a bad person, because the times I do think about him, it’s almost always in the context of either not making the same mistakes he did, or the very, very small sense of regret I have about not trying to make contact with him before he died.

Of course, I didn’t know he was going to die until after it happened.

But Father’s Day this year found me canoeing with my father-in-law: a nice way to celebrate the special day.