This Sunday will be the 29th Father’s Day without my dad. He passed away in August 1988.
It seems like yesterday he was here , yet it also seems like an eternity.
Thus begging the tricky question of what to do on Father’s Day when you no longer have a father.
For some, I imagine that Father’s Day without a father is a reminder of the giant gaping hole in your life.
The display of Hallmark cards, the loads of emails of spam sales ads “Give Dad What He Really Wants!” and the heartrending TV ads of dads as our first loves and our heroes all feel like salt on wounds that have not healed, but have just been bandaged over.
My father might not be here physically, but that doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate the things that made him an amazing father; an amazing man. A great man.
When I was little, he told me I could be anything I wanted to be. And he meant it. When I was a teenager, he said you can be mouthy but I trust you Deb , you have a good head in your shoulders.
And he really meant it.
When I was struggling or lost, going through hell in my first marriage,he told me I already had all the answers, and to always pray about any major decisions . And he meant it.
I WILL CELEBRATE THE FATHER HE WAS, TO ME AND TO THE COUNTLESS OTHERS HE MENTORED AND GUIDED, BY LISTENING, BY LAUGHING, BY HUGGING, BY SAYING I LOVE YOU A HUNDRED TIMES A DAY. BY BEING PRESENT IN OUR LIFE.
He worked a ton of hours and wasn’t always there because he worked 2 jobs. But he was always present when I had a play, dinner, and us time, or he took me and my friends all over town skating, football games, baseball ,basketball no matter how tired he was. My mom didn’t drive.
We’d have father daughter day or night. We’d go to a YSU basketball game and he was happy spending time with his family.
Even after one of many open heart surgeries he still was a good , kind happy man.
He was a dad you could count on. My friends counted on him as well. Because some had drunken fathers, fathers to busy to be dad, or no father at all..
He was a giving man, he would help the poor, the sick, help anyone in family or a total stranger and I am proud I am like him in many ways.
He was a great grandfather to my daughter as well. I mean Words just cant say how wonderful he was. She was the apple of his eye. His only grandchild.
He wasn’t rich , but I never wanted for anything. He made sure I had material things and most of all ,his love.
When he was going for cancer surgery on August 4 1988 the night before he wrote my mother a letter , and me a letter and my daughter a letter. He always wanted us to know how much he loved us and how proud he was of us.
I was truly blessed to have such a great father.
I love him and I miss him everyday.
Happy Fathers Day in Heaven DAD
Give Mom A Kiss For Me
I Love You
Your picture’s are fading but I see you in my mind every day as clear as if you were were right here beside me.
I know your always with me.
And tomorrow I will visit your grave and give thanks that I was blessed with you as my father.
I wish everyone had a father as good as you were. The world would be a better place.