FaTHers day.

On face value we're farther away from you than mothers. Maybe that's true on some levels.
But the roots are as deep in the heart. As deep in the soul. In spirit.
I can not go a full day without you crossing my mind many times. Sending energy for your best life hoping your every even boring day is full. Wanting to hang out near you and be around you.
I insist that spirit fixes anything that separates us. I command it.
No to silence and rupture division. Now. You are my child.
Then of course you have your life and its separate to mine and you're an adult now.
Can drive, work, drink, vote, marry, and just be an inheritor of this vast resource rich full to the brim of opportunity country. And all of Europe too with a European passport, live there, work there, travel all over it as a citizen, not just a visitor. Highly educated and focused and angry and healthy. Good christ the world is your oyster.
And it's a mad world now but I think no madder than any other.
So I'm here anyway. I watched you come into this world. You're my only family here 17,500 km from Éire. You're the only thing that makes me a father. You have my stubbornness and my passion and clarity. You know what you want and you know what you do not want. Fathers Day like Valentines Day was invented to sell cards and gift packs of WD40. It's not real. Fathers are though.
Anyway. Blah blah blah. I'm here for you. I'll come running when you need someone to come running.
Everything is not as it seems. I hope for you. I see you. I feel your heart beating. Breathe.