Why Father's Day always makes me blue (from '11)

I’m not sure why Father’s Day always makes me blue.



A writer’s website asked me to compose a short piece about Father’s Day. I know I’m destined to disappoint them.



I think they’d like me to write a literary cheerleader about how much I love the day when I can bask in the affections of my daughters and how that one day keystones the central role of my existence.



I just can’t do it.