“Hi dad,” my 36-year-old son said from Southern California. “I’m calling to wish you a happy Father’s Day.”
To most dads most of the time, of course, hearing from a son on Father’s Day is not a life-changing event. And, seen in the broadest context, it probably won’t be for me either. Yet, in my case, such calls are grand occurrences well worth sharing, and here’s why.
For a number of years, my son, Drew, has been confined to a mental health treatment facility near San Diego, California. The last time I saw him was in 2023 during a short and well-monitored visit. And the last time he called me was…well, frankly, I can’t remember.