My Dad was a commercial artist (he did portraits and still lifes at home) and put two kids through college. How he did that still amazes me. He commuted from the north shore of Boston through downtown to Dorchester. What an ordeal that must have been.
I joined the ranks of commuters when I moved to the Bay Area. I'll spare you those stories (for now, anyway)
After the commercial art job, Dad had a succession of jobs. He worked his butt off. I recall his job reviewing trust funds for the state. And then that office closed when the federal government took it over. He did get to see all his grandchildren.
My daughter was too young to understand what I did at my many jobs, but that's actually OK. Kids learn from their time with you, and hopefully, I gave her a good example of integrity and trust.
Seeing how that gift has flourished is the greatest gift I can get this Father's Day, being so far away, but she and her husband did treat me recently to a nice brunch, and of course, frozen yogurt, when I visited.
CIAO to all Dads today.