Kudzu Dad

     Tomorrow is Father's Day. It is one of the hardest days of the year for me. Here's why:      In June of 1998, I was a busy 35-year-old with a wife and a 21-month old son. I had decided to buy my dad an electric razor for Father's Day that year. He had gotten tired of his old soap, brush and Gillette blades, and he would never treat himself by buying his own electric razor.      I didn't made time to go buy his gift before Father's Day, figuring I'd find the time either on Father's Day or soon after, besides, the only thing my dad really wanted was to see his grandson, Ethan.      Ethan had become the center of his attention, the apple of his eye since he'd been born.      So, on Father's Day, I decided we'd take Ethan over, eat dinner with my folks, let him have all the "Ethan time" he wanted and call it a success. I'd go that week, buy a razor for my dad and give it to him later.      I never got the chance.      Two days afte