Ode to Dad

Father's Day
Dad and me saying goodbye in 1993 – when we moved out of state.

This morning I picked up a book and a book-marker fell out. It was one of the ones made my niece, Kelly, for my Dad’s memorial service last December.  There on the floor was a picture of my dad staring up at me, unexpectedly.

It occurs to me that this has probably been a contributing factor to my down feelings the last ten days.  Buying Father’s Day cards for other people’s dads is not the same as buying a special one for your own and spending time with him.  I miss him.

If you still have yours and if you are lucky enough to see him tomorrow, give him a hug and hold him tight.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

 

2 thoughts on “Ode to Dad

  1. I was blessed to have two father’s in my life. Both are hanging out “upstairs” with the Big Guy now. June is probably hosting a great father’s day event with all our fathers! Big hugs to you my friend.

  2. He’s been on my mind a lot lately, too. I went to Kelly Wade’s house and fully expected his “hello dear” that he always said to me. He was such an amazing man! Xoxo

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