Heavenly Fathers' Day Forever

Assuming and that’s one hell of an assume that we retain our individuality you know.. up there.. you can’t but wonder what they talk about, if of course for instance, those millions on millions of fathers.. do they gather round and talk about.. well, forget that club talk about their wives and that kinda dissing that’s a sorta boast… and their daughters? no they’d all go quiet and remember when they were Daddy’s girl hurrumph no, their sons? .. ‘reckon he came from his mother’s side of the family – couldn’t never understand him…’ ‘wanted to give him the benefit of all my experience – would he listen? ’ ‘everything I approved of.. he wanted the opposite, took the opposite view.. couldn’t talk to him about anything that I’d learned to value..’ ‘he just couldn’t understand how fortunate he was.. I grew up we had nothing nothing…’ ‘he had a place waiting for him in the family firm, great future – but no, all he wanted was to…’ ‘I kept telling him, yes, great as a hobby but there’s no money in it son for a decent life, take my word..’ ‘paid a fortune for his education, like I never had, and what does he do with it but go off and…’ do they go on and on like this? it must be hell.. or are they allowed the benefit of hindsight, a sorta purgatory before oh god another chance? or or are they allowed a solemn vow to never be like that again and swear to make their son’s life heaven? (poor wimp..) or simply on the Indian lines of heavenly justice swop roles next time ho ho? Dad, all this is just a joke now love you