Father’s Day will be tougher this year. My Dad passed away this past March. These last several weeks I had finally seemed to have dodged my grief as a constant companion. Then I was confronted with all those Father’s Day cards and sales in the stores.
Today I finally managed to get through my thank-yous for all the sympathy cards and memorial gifts. It helps to have three loving daughters and a wonderful wife who’ve been whispering about their plans to dote on me. After I finished the last thank you, I did something else I hadn’t had the courage to do yet; look through the pictures that my cousin took of the Marine Corps flag ceremony for my Dad.
I love my Dad and miss him. But at the best thing he ever gave me was the example of what a loving and caring father and husband is for me to follow. Hopefully I won’t fall apart when I open my cards or grill brats, or (hopefully) attend a minor league baseball game.
Ever hurt when a holiday comes around? What do you do to cope?