Getting through Father’s Day is gonna be tough this year. That’s because my dad passed away last August. He was pretty much the best dad ever and I’m missing him like crazy right now. I knew the holiday would be hard, just not this hard.
Everywhere I turn there are reminders of the day—reminders that I no longer have my dad with me. The card aisle at the store is tough. The candy aisle is worse (I inherited my sweet tooth from my dad). Even ads on the Internet are bringing tears to my eyes.
I suppose that means I’m lucky that I had a dad who left such an impression. I know that. But the hurt is still too fresh. In hindsight, I wish I had made plans to go be with my mom this weekend (she lives 8 hours away). I wish I had gone to the beach so I could feel closer to him. I wish, more than anything, that he was still with us, though no longer in pain, so I could give him one more hug.
Meantime, click this link for a video on My Dad that I put together in his honor shortly after he passed.