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Happy Fathers Day you all.On Fathers Day, in the year 2000, in New Jersey, as I was running out the door to go somewhere, dad was coming home from walking in the neighborhood. He had a flower in his hand which he gave me with a big smile. I was so shocked and felt guilty for not doing anything for him on his day, at the same time trying to overcome my joy at this incredible surprise.
I took the flower in utter disbelief, said Happy Father's Day with an astonished smile, gave him a kiss on the cheek, he also kissed me on the cheek, and we each went our own way.
The flower was saying many things. To use one of my favorite words, I was flabbergasted.
I might be wrong, but I don't think, in the history of this festive day, a father has given a flower to his daughter.
I wish I could remember what kind of flower it was.
It was the kind that was saying I want you to smile. I want you to be happy.
The kind that is warm and just and fair. The kind that forgives and is forgiven.
So whatever flower you can imagine that to be, let it be.
Happy Fathers Day Dad.
