A Father's Day request

I've written all there is to say about Father's Day - please see last year's entry for a suitably comprehensive and not-altogether-positive roundup - so I'll spare you a repeat performance.

Suffice to say, not everyone fits the ideal. Not everyone has a dad. Kids lose parents, parents lose kids, life doesn't always follow a set script. And I'll admit more than a little discomfort that a holiday invented expressly to sell more greeting cards and tchatchkes can cause so much legitimate stress to those whose lives don't fit within the neat boundaries delineated by Hallmark's marketing mavens.

So here's my deal. Tomorrow's another day, as are the other 363 (or 364 in a leap year) we'll have this year. However you choose to define "family", find some way, on each of these days, to tighten your connection to each other. Don't buy a card and assume that's enough for another year, because none of this has anything to do with cards, and once-a-year is never nearly enough. Figure out ways to bake small gestures into each and every day. Figure out how to let fathers, mothers, siblings, cousins, friends, colleagues, dogs-next-door or whatever/whoever know that they matter.

None of this needs a special day. None of this needs a special anything. None of this needs to be bought.

There, I'm done.

Your turn: So, what will you be doing tomorrow?