My dad spent Father's Day by the grill, meticulously turning burgers and hot dogs.

When I asked if everything was ready, he just gave me a thumbs up and said, 'It's not just ready, it's grill-iant!'

For Father's Day, I tried to impress my dad by explaining a complex scientific theory.

He just looked at me and said, 'Hi complex scientific theory, I'm Dad!'

We asked my dad what his ultimate Father's Day gift would be.

He said, 'A quiet hour in the garage, just me and my labeling machine, finally organizing all those unlabeled containers of miscellaneous hardware.'

My dad always said his greatest talent was being able to fix anything around the house.

And while he did master everything from leaky faucets to wobbly chairs, his real superpower was always knowing how to fix a bad day, usually with a groan-worthy dad joke and a hug that somehow glued everything back together.