Father's Day is really bitter-sweet for me. I have a great daughter, I've done what I can for her, taught her, pushed her to her best, been there for both victory and defeat.
But, honestly, I don't have much good to say about my own father. Him and my mother were divorced when I was about 15, he kept the house because his business was upstairs, but even with him working at home, I didn't see him. I played soccer (futbol) for 18 years, all my home games in high school were at a field that could be seen from the window in his shop, he never saw me play, ever. I used my father as an example for dealing with my daughter, a bad example. If he did something one way for me while growing up, I did the basic opposite. I saw every game that my daughter was a member of the High School marching band, home and away, regular season and playoff. I only missed one concert that she played (I was very ill) and even managed to volunteer as a chaperon for some of the marching contests. Maybe it came from the fact that he was placed into a boys home when he was little (mother and father divorced and at the time that was what happened with kids) or that he was more interested in wanting to make his own life happy to the exclusion of the feelings or needs of others. When I was 17, I told him that I was done with trying to make a space for him in my life, I wouldn't hide from him, but he had to make the effort to reach out to me to do something rather than me always trying to make it work, he never called. He died 13 years ago, literally smoked himself to death. I would really like to post something like this on facebook, but don't want to cause my sister some serious pain, because she is much like him and they got along great.
So instead, you guys get my whine, get to "hear" my vent on the subject.
TL-DR - My dad sucked, jealous of others that have great dads.