I don’t remember much about holidays as a kid, but I do remember the first Father’s Day in our home after my young sister Carmella died.  My dad was never the touchy-feely type of dad.  In fact, getting a hug from him was a very rare thing.  I can remember two times when I got a hug from him. He hugged me at my wedding, and he hugged me when I was pregnant with my first child. This particular Father’s Day was going to be rough.  As a kid of sixteen I knew it.  I saw how terrible Mother’s Day was for my mom, so I was already bracing myself…