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monality we all have is a father. Some raise us, some leave us, some help us and some scar us, but everyone I know has a story about theirs even if it is that he wasn’t there … genetically he was, and that DNA imprint alone can never disappear. They make us crazy and impose all kinds of stupid rules that seem totally uncool but they fund our lives with cash and experiences. So let’s face it, the money part is a lot easier to accept especially as a kid, though as I got older it’s the long drawn out stories that seem to have had the greatest value. The older I get, the more sense and sensitivity I have for those of us whose fathers are not with us. There will be no breakfast in bed. Father’s Day for us is a time of reflection and memories, would have, could have, should have. This year when you buy him that tie or or give him that card, just know that all he really wants is to spend some time with you. Skip the GPS. Give him a smile, it will fit. Throw in a longer hug it’s free. Make his day! Tell him you love him, and better yet tell him you respect him or that he’s your hero. There are some things this tinsel town shopaholic has learned you just can’t buy and they’re priceless. The first gift your father gives you is life, and it is a circle. No matter how rich or how poor, whether you are the folks next door, Brad and Angelina, Ben and Jen, Tom and Katie, or Will and Jada, one thing is for certain. Life goes on and the circle will turn and the parent will bee like the child, and let me tell you payback is a bitch! As I began paying for dinners and trips and driving the car, it allowed my father to bee my best friend. Because he knew the tried and true me with all the flaws, through all my mistakes, my happiness was all what