I wrote this in 2004. Appropriately enough, it went out over the AP wire. I’m missing my dad a lot today. We’ll be having spaghetti for dinner tonight for sure. 
BLOOMINGTON, Ind. June 16, 2004
Father’s Day is upon us again, a day that is all about dads, and so unavoidably also all about their kids.
I, of course, have never been a father, but I have been a daughter all my life, and it is through the eyes of a daughter, especially the daughter of my clever, charming, wordsmith of a dad, that I cannot help but see the world. It’s been a wild ride at times, but I wouldn’t have missed it for all the riches there are.

This will be my first Father’s Day without him. He died just last month, the culmination of a slow and degenerative illness.

As I sat by his bedside at the…