questionshow big a deal is father's day in your immediate…

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Father's Day was never a big deal in my family, but neither really was Mother's Day. With five kids Christmas was a pretty big deal, but I think it was because it was unavoidable rather than any desire on the part of my parents. As an adult I now know we were pretty dysfunctional. If you've seen The Tree of Life, I spent the movie with a strange sense of deja vu, as Brad Pitt's father character was eerily familiar to me, although I found myself wishing my dad had been half that affectionate. My dad passed from lung cancer a couple of years ago, so Father's Day has become a moot point for me.

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Not at all; perhaps a card to mark the event, but that would be about the extent of it. Not a big fan of the manufactured holidays like Mother's day, Father's day, etc.

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As kids we'd make breakfast for dad and then the family would do whatever dad wanted on that day. Of course we were kids, and as such we did not think much about what mom and dad needed back then, only what "we" wanted. So father's day was a day that we could do some simple thing for dad before telling him about the new Murray bikes we saw at Sears and just had to have!

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As my dad gets older-- he's 85 -- we try to make it much more special . He's had a couple bouts of cancer and I think we are too aware of the clock ticking. That said, it clicks for all. "Hallmark" holiday or not, always a good thing to have an extra reason to tell someone you care, yes ? Especially in our family that is not otherwise open w/ their feelings.

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My family is blended, my dad is my stepdad - and he's the best father I could have hoped for. My blood and step sisters and brother all feel the same, so Dad gets a lot of extra love that day... and year round - for being the father we needed and then some.

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Father's Day used to be a big deal, back when my grandfather was alive. My mother's father came to America after WWII and worked his way from factory to meat inspector to veterinarian to building his own clinic, from a shared rat-infested apartment in the inner city to a big house in the suburbs and vacations every holiday break. He made our family what it is; he provided us with every opportunity and advantage that we have. He was a good man.

Father's Day was a day for my mother to prepare a huge grilling feast in our backyard for the whole family, where all'd sit under awnings, guzzling sangria, and watch the children play badminton with the dogs chasing us and my grandfather doted on and indulged, everyone cajoling him to "try this food" treat or "tell us that story."

Now he's dead and things are... different. My mother, brother, and I have a meal in his honour on Father's Day, reminisce, and then visit his grave to say "Hi." The rest of the "family"? They do whatever they do.