I grew up in a happy family and witnessed my parents’ 50th anniversary. Even so, there was never a must-be-with-father expectation on Father’s Day. I would mail him a card sometime in June or stop by that month to hug him and borrow some money, and all was taken care of. Some fathers, I’ve heard, can’t even be found on Father’s Day. They go off to be alone, interpreting the day’s purpose as a private solace for fishing, drinking, and ignoring humans, particularly those related by birth.