As a daughter, I was never very active in celebrating or honoring my dad on Father’s Day. For me, it is just another commercial event. Still, when it comes around every year, I think about him more than usual, especially since he passed away three years ago.

While writing this post, I am doing some quick online research regarding Father’s Day traditions. It seems to be a worldwide theme, celebrated on different dates depending on the country. In some countries, it’s even a national holiday!
Unfortunately, I have not found a country where Mother’s Day is a national holiday…

My father was born in 1934 in Australia.
According to Wikipedia: – The idea of Father’s Day wasn’t initially well-received in Australia in the 1910s and 1920s. Many thought it was either unnecessary or undermined a father’s assumed “supremacy” as head of the household.

As much as I knew my father’s father, he did not seem like a guy who assumed “supremacy.”
With all certainty, I know that my father never assumed any kind of supremacy over me as his daughter.

The above photo of my father was made in Sydney, Australia, in 2015.