I grew up without a father, but I do have a general, favorite Father’s Day memory.
Every year, my church had a children’s choir made up of the 12-18 year olds. Of the 15 or so kids, only five or so had relationships with their fathers.
To this day, I find amusing that no one else saw the humor in having a children’s choir primarily made up of children who had no idea what it was like to have a dad around.
Someone once tried to convince me that there was nothing wrong with this circumstance, because the fatherless could just direct their paternal rejoicing at God. Yeah, Father’s Day is about God. Nice try.