I'll join. Not only is it time for "father's day" but we buried my dad on July 1st 12 years ago. While most dads wanted real Father's Day gifts and made fun of the standard gifts... my dad was most happy with new work socks. His Scot thriftiness was obviously the reason

He visits me in my dreams from time to time... he is never part of the dream, mind you, but sticks his head around a fence or through a doorway -totally out of the blue- and asks, How ya doing xxxx? I always say OK Pop! And he disappears and the regular theme of the dream continues as if nothing had happened. (No one else in the dream ever comments or such..I never ask because he's just like sitting in a chair in the livingroom reading when someone walks through and talks to you. You stop your reading, reply, and then go on with the book story.) It's such a neat experience, and very real.

So while I can become quite sad if I dwell on his being gone... he isn't really.