Fathers Day

Father's day is an interesting conundrum for me.
I have very rarely spent father's day with my own biological father, and it has only been for the past few years that I spent father's day with a father figure.
And now, I'm back to spending father's day on my own in a sense.
This morning I was thinking about the past few father's days that I spent with David.
A couple years back on father's day, my mom was out of town, and my brother was busy somewhere else, so it was just David and I.
We didn't really have anywhere to go, so he wanted to do something fun with me.
He decided that it would be fun for him to teach me one of his old hobbies.
Golf.
So, after church, we went home, grabbed his old, dusty set of golf clubs and headed out to the driving range in Lima.
I remember being so disgusted by the golfing world.
I wasn't prissy, didn't look like I belonged on the golf course, wasn't good at hitting the ball, etc.
I think I even tossed out that golf was just an excuse for men to drive around in mini cars and hit things with sticks.
But, I remember that he enjoyed that so much.
He enjoyed taking me out and teaching me something new.
It meant a lot to me that he wanted to do that.
And, even though I complained and bucked about golfing, it is now a fond memory of David that I will forever treasure.