Happy Father’s day
Dad died in 1987. In fourteen years I have not gotten over that, I miss him every day. He was a great man. Someday, maybe I’ll be able to blog about him.
In the meantime: Enjoy the living. Death is forever. I miss you every day, Dad, God rest and keep you.
Be glad you had some time with him, others never knew their fathers for whatever reason.
If yours is buried nearby, a little graveside fathers day chat may be a partial catharsis for you.
If you do this, you may wish to involve the rest of your family.
Rich
Thanks, Rich, that’s a nice thought.
I do talk with dad, every day. Sometimes he answers me. I don’t spend a lot of time at his grave, because
1: it restarts the waterworks, and
2: He’s not there.