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  • June 18, 2017 at 12:04 am

    Our Fathers are always with us,even after they’re dead.

    • June 18, 2017 at 1:40 am

      Amen to that!

    • June 18, 2017 at 11:31 pm

      Yes. I believe that.

    • June 19, 2017 at 10:36 am
      Col. Bat Guano

      Well said.

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:04 am


    Yes indeed Zed’s Dad will be there. And yours Chris. And mine.

    • June 18, 2017 at 1:40 am

      and mine…

      • June 18, 2017 at 8:32 am

        Mine too!


  • June 18, 2017 at 12:12 am
    Too Tall

    Powerful, Chris. Just powerful. For so many reasons and on so many levels, “We’ll be there” says it all.

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:15 am

    Damn – another blurry screen!

    • June 18, 2017 at 1:08 am

      It says “Stop working on Father’s Day. Mari and Kiko made you a cupcake! See you soon. S”

      Happy Father’s Day to all of you DBD regulars who are blessed with children. My son took me to supper on Saturday as we’re having an extended family event on Sunday… he wanted to treat me himself. My daughter is 3000 miles away…. Hopefully, I’ll hear from her…

      • June 18, 2017 at 6:59 am

        I don’t think Merle meant the font. 🙂

      • June 18, 2017 at 8:29 pm

        Nope – had nothing to do with the font or screen background – and everything to do with memories…..

      • June 18, 2017 at 11:36 pm

        Gotcha… I was a bit misty when my daughter called this afternoon. Long story but very glad to hear her voice.

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:18 am

    Sometimes our guiding stars shine from within. I do my best to follow them….

    To all of the fathers with us…. and within us….

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:20 am

    Yep. We greive with thee, Chris. Lost my Da in 87. Great strip….

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:41 am
    Tim Moyer

    Awesome, and now to dry my eyes. Amen, Chris.

  • June 18, 2017 at 1:14 am
    Peregrine John

    Beautiful, man. Simply beautiful.

    Happy Father’s Day, you guys.

  • June 18, 2017 at 1:50 am

    I still talk to mine, from time to time. He was wise.

  • June 18, 2017 at 2:41 am
    Lucius Severus Pertinax

    I have had moments like that 😉

  • June 18, 2017 at 2:59 am

    Yep, Dad still talks to me, even tho’ he’s been gone 41 years this month.

  • June 18, 2017 at 3:34 am

    I talk to “the “Big Guy” upstairs” every night. And “Pop” (grandfather) and “Papasan” (father) too. It usually start with “Hi Big Guy!! THANK YOU!! It was a great day!!” I’ve had the same feelings Zed is showing a fair number of times!!

  • June 18, 2017 at 4:05 am
    Bill G

    Beautiful testament.

  • June 18, 2017 at 7:00 am

    Perfect one, Chris. Thank you.

  • June 18, 2017 at 7:16 am

    We not only talk to ourselves, we answer, too…..can’t imagine another opinion I’d rather have….except my long passed Father…all of you whose Fathers are still with you, don’t ever take ’em for granted….

  • June 18, 2017 at 7:18 am

    Damned right we do, Skye. Lost mine in ’89, self-inflicted lung cancer.
    Awesome Fathers’ Day tribute, Chris. Thanks

  • June 18, 2017 at 7:39 am

    Indeed, we do.

  • June 18, 2017 at 7:47 am
    Unca Walt

    Well… I’m 76 now, and my two sons are traveling to be here today. As far as my Dad goes, I have a memory better than any son I ever heard of.

    I was in fourth grade. Dad came up to me and said, “Slug, which would you rather do today… go flounder fishing with me, or go to school?

    No other kid ever had such a wonderful question to answer!

    Oh… and that day? We had to start up the 4HP Sea King and stop fishing; we had caught so many flounders (over 300) that our rented rowboat was so full, it had no more freeboard.

    Dad filleted every one of them.

    • June 18, 2017 at 9:06 am

      Now THAT is an awesome memory!

    • June 18, 2017 at 9:04 pm

      Dad taught me how to dress out the first deer I shot.

  • June 18, 2017 at 8:13 am

    Chris, nice toon today. It hits the mark.

  • June 18, 2017 at 8:14 am

    Very nice.

  • June 18, 2017 at 9:05 am

    Yes… yes we do. Sometimes it’s the only way to have an intelligent conversation.

  • June 18, 2017 at 9:26 am

    Snark-bitch comes through clear when she forgets to think, don’t it?

  • June 18, 2017 at 10:07 am

    Learned early on that I would never go wrong by asking the question “What would Dad do?”. The answer always included the principles and values that he lived by and did his best to instill in me. Worked equally well in both military and corporate careers.

  • June 18, 2017 at 10:46 am
    Grunt GI

    Yup. Well done. I miss the opportunity to learn from my dad, gone not even a year.

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:28 pm

    It’s been said that conservatives are generous with their own money whereas liberals are very generous with other people’s money… especially those people of the future who will have to pay the massive debt the leftards accumulate…

    Chris does his fund raiser once per year and doesn’t say much otherwise. I’ve given what I can… let’s get’er done, folks…

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:29 pm

    Hey Dad it’s been 19 years and I know you’re providing overwatch.

  • June 18, 2017 at 2:34 pm

    Big wrenching tears – though it’s been so many years. Happy Fathers Day Pa.

  • June 18, 2017 at 3:36 pm

    I just lost my Dad two months ago. I miss him every day.

  • June 18, 2017 at 6:27 pm

    Sitting on my patio watching the rain fill the pool to where I’ll need to dump some water again in the morning; my three kids have come or called and gave gifts tailored just for me…a beautiful card with notes of love and gratitude and a couple of cool Guy Harvey shirts from second daughter and grandbabies to replace my ragged ones, from my jeweler/gunnie son a 50-cal. cartridge stubby antenna for my new F-150 to complement the .45-cal. tire valve caps I added before, and from my oldest a custom-framed picture of 17-year old me holding her, my new baby daughter, 45 years ago.

    Pondering some, it occurred to me that my Dad’s last Father’s Day was 25 years ago today, just a few months after we bought this house. He was already tethered to his oxygen, so we did a little VHS video (remember those?) of the house inside and out and drove down to his place on Lake Okeechobee for a visit and to show him the new place. His eyes were weak and tired-looking from lack of enough oxygen, but they sparkled as he watched the video of his son’s nice new country club home on an acre and featuring his grandchildren wishing him love and a happy Father’s Day.

    That’s really all he wanted, for his children to be happy and healthy and secure, and seeing that we had “made it” financially gave him great pleasure and pride and a sense of relief and accomplishment that we would be okay after he was gone. And he was gone, the following March ’93, of a heart attack at 65 brought on by labored breathing with 28% of remaining lung capacity, damage done by years of cigs starting at 17 when he joined the military for “cleanup” duty near the end of WWII in 1945. He had quit smoking cold turkey 15 years earlier, but too late to reverse the destructive effects of that evil weed.

    But he died content in the knowledge that the five children he lived and labored for his whole life, were all okay and building families and homes and secure lives of their own. And when my time comes (I’m only a few years away from his age when he died, hope to hang around just a little longer than he did), the best that I can hope for is that same contentment, knowing that I did my best to protect and provide for my loved ones, and that they will at some point on Father’s Day after I’m gone, sit and think the kind of thoughts I’m having of my Dad now…that I miss him, but that I love him and know that some day I will see him again.

    Best wishes for all the Dads out there and up there, hoping you all had a blessed one as I did.

  • June 18, 2017 at 7:21 pm
    Deplorable B Woodman

    I’m thinking that, as a child, maybe Skye had “Daddy issues”, that made her turn out the way she was.
    And also, hopefully, Skye will come to the realization that conservative men (and women) in leadership roles realize that they cannot do it all themselves, that they need help and guidance from Higher Authority — be it God and Jesus, and their fathers who went before them. Thus Zed’s, “We’ll be there.”

    Damn, the allergies are kicking in. Screen’s getting misty.

  • June 18, 2017 at 7:42 pm

    Got to see my father this morning. He, Mom, my sisters, our spouses, and all 9 grandchildren spent a week on the beach in Destin. The week before, I honored Dad by competing with him in the Senior Olympics in Birmingham, AL. We didn’t win great honors or anything, but we were there together.

    My hats off to all Fathers (and the ladies who support them), repositories of wisdom, knots, baseball, shooting, and how to catch fish.

    Thanks Dad

  • June 18, 2017 at 8:32 pm

    55 years ago for me. It still hurts. It was only sheer luck that I was able to drive down to see him the day before. He was at home recovering from hernia surgery, but doing well. He died the night we left, before we got home.
    I talk to him occasionally, but listen to him often.

  • June 18, 2017 at 10:05 pm

    My father died on 25 February this year. The VA killed him. I miss him now. I always will. I pray that my three children and two step sons will also.

  • June 18, 2017 at 11:35 pm

    I lost my dad in July 2013, to a heart attack. My parents had hosted Christmas Eve at their house for years and years, but that Christmas after he died, she just couldn’t do it. She was very active in her church, and she got permission for us to have our family Christmas at the fellowship center of the church.

    My nephew later told me he had glanced out the glass doors of the fellowship center that night, and seen my dad standing outside, wearing a hat (he always had a hat) and smiling. My nephew looked again, and he was gone.

    Both my parents are gone now, but I know they’re still with me.

    Happy Father’s Day, everyone.

  • June 19, 2017 at 2:59 am

    This year, Father’s day caught me thinking about my father, too.

  • June 19, 2017 at 3:00 am

    This year, Father’s Day caught me traveling, and thinking about my dad, too… 10 years passed, but never really gone.

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