I’m told it’s Fathers’ Day. Nobody ever remembers me or my fellow CSCs on Fathers’ Day. Yet nobody calls their patrilineal progenitor Father any longer. You only call us Father. But I’ve gotten over that…the BVM told me to.
Those of us whom you still call Father bust our humps as chaplains both in your dorms and on the battlefield (sometimes there’s very little diffe
rence). But let me assure you that, though we may not have children of our own, the loss of a son or daughter at college or in war is a desolation.