My father was a pediatric surgeon who was often called into work in the wee hours of the morning, on weekends, and holidays. He was also an avid gardener and fisherman, and though I never warmed to these hobbies, he was very present in my life.
He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 1995 (at age 61) and underwent surgery that gave him five more years. I wish we'd had more time together, but he remains present in my humor, my discipline, and probably countless other qualities.
Happy Father's Day, everyone.