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I am sorry to say I can't remember doing anything for my father on Father's Day. Several years before he died in 1995, I asked him about this and he said he remembered that I had made him a cake once. At the time it sounded humorous and we laughed together-only one cake in all those years! My father was strict and my brother and I were punished when we broke the rules. But he was fair; he always made sure we knew what the "rules" were and always asked us the most difficult question, "Why did you do that if you knew it was wrong?" I thought he was a giant, and I was eighteen years old before I realized that he was the smallest by far of the fathers I knew. All of my friend's fathers were around 180cm while mine was barely 170.
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Most of my memories are not about discipline and punishment, though, but about happy family times and his deep, gentle voice telling us stories about his own childhood or counseling us about day-to-day life. So with the wisdom that comes from age and the advantage of hindsight, I wish I had baked him many more than that one cake, and that I could hear that precious voice just one more time. If you are near your father this Father's Day, don't forget to "bake him a cake." I'm sure it will be a special memory for you both.
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