Despite being a predictable yearly event, Father’s Day tends to sneak up on me every June. As I study the calendar, there’s usually a resounding, “Oh.. that’s THIS WEEK??”, followed by a flurry of preparations to celebrate The Captain’s daddyhood. I’m happy to put in this effort for him, but in the midst of the gift selection and the search for the perfect card, there is always at least a moment. A twinge. A pang. It’s brief, but it’s a soft shadow that lingers a bit before clearing. For six years now, there’s been one less gift to select, and one less card to buy. After my dad’s death, Father’s…