First Father's Day....EVER!

When I was seven years old, my father passed away.  Father's Day became just another kick in the jaw that I was without. 
At school, they would give me old mothers day crafts and stick me in a corner to do them, while the rest of the class got instructions on how to do the new fathers day craft.  As I grew older, I would go to the mall with my friends to help them shop for their fathers.  Never having to do it myself.
 
Now it's Joey's first fathers day.  And I don't even know what to do.  I don't know what to get him.  I don't know how to go about any of it.  It's all so foreign.  He keeps telling me I don't have to get him anything.  He can see I'm struggling.  But I want to.  I have never celebrated fathers day, ever, and I want to let him know that he is important in Marlows life.  I just don't know how.  It's furusterating.