Father’s Day

Well it’s come around again. And Dad… words don’t express how much I miss you.

But I try to remember the good times. And the bad times because I know you weren’t perfect. None of us are.

Father’s Day is bittersweet for me. Because I had a great dad. And because he is gone.

Dad was the first adult male who just loved me as I was. Of course, as a child, he taught me and tried to mold me into a good person To guide me into becoming a good adult. But once I did become an adult he just accepted me as I was. We became friends. I told him almost everything about myself. And he just loved me. He told me about himself. And I just loved him.

I think I’ll never find that kind of acceptance, just pure love, again. Maybe that’s normal? I don’t know. As a 52 year old woman I don’t know if I can allow myself to be that open with another person ever again. But…I hope I can. This is part of what he taught me. Hope.

He taught me love comes in many forms, shapes and sizes. He taught me sacrifice is part of life. He taught me to see the person… not the label. He taught me that it’s ok to be silly. And revel in the ridiculous. He taught me to appreciate what I have and dream about what I want. He taught me all this and so much more.

Thank you dad. I still cry sometimes. I still feel melancholy. But I also smile. You were the best dad. I’ll never stop loving you.