It’s Father’s Day.
For some people, today is full of celebration.
For others, it’s complicated.
The older I get, the more I realize that being a father has very little to do with a calendar date.
Fatherhood is showing up.
It’s the phone calls that don’t get returned.
The advice that isn’t listened to.
The worries nobody sees.
The sacrifices nobody remembers.
And somehow, you keep showing up anyway.
As a kid, I thought fathers were supposed to have all the answers.
As an adult, I’ve realized most fathers are just doing the best they can with the information they have.
Trying to protect.
Trying to provide.
Trying to prepare their children for a world they won’t always be there to navigate.
I think about my dad more now than I did when I was younger.
Some of the lessons didn’t make sense at the time.
Many of them make perfect sense now.
That’s funny how life works.
You spend years thinking you know better.
Then one day you hear yourself saying the same things your father used to say.
Today isn’t really about gifts, cards, or social media posts.
It’s about gratitude.
For the fathers who showed up.
For the fathers who tried.
For the fathers who sacrificed.
And for the fathers who are still showing up, even when it’s hard.
Happy Father’s Day.
— Nicholas Francis
Modern Day Dealer

A quiet afternoon.
A couch.
A nap.
A grandfather and his granddaughter.
Years later, you realize those ordinary moments were the ones that mattered most.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads, grandfathers, and father figures who showed up.
Miss you, Dad.

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