I know Father's Day was last weekend and all, but this weekend I'm making an overdue visit to the parental units, so this is where my thoughts still are.

Dad sang a lot of songs to us as we were growing up, accompanied by his trusty ukulele. His repertoire was mostly traditional folk songs like "The Ballad of the Boll Weevil" and "Save the Bones for Henry Jones" (cuz Henry don't eat no meat.) He never sang the song below, and never to my memory uttered the words of the refrain.

But that message was damn sure communicated to us somehow.

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Helen Gilbert places flowers on her brother Eurie Martin’s grave at Camp Spring Baptist Church in Sandersville. Her brother died eight years ago. Three former Washington County deputies are accused of causing his death and are set to stand trial Monday. (Miguel Martinez/AJC)

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