Father’s Day came and went for me this year. It has been many years since my family and I celebrated with my dad. The last time we celebrated Father’s Day together was back in 2001. Every year after that was dedicated to my mom. Back then even if I had wanted to contact my dad on Father’s Day, I had no idea how to find him. But this year…this year I don’t have the option.
Maybe I let the time slip by me. I stay so busy, I had no idea that Father’s Day was this weekend. Subconsciously, I may have blocked out the date. Who knows?
May 14th, his birthday, was more difficult. Maybe because another important date quickly followed it (But I’ll address that some other time). After that particular onslaught of chaotic emotions, I decided I’d stay so busy, I wouldn’t know whether I was coming or going.
I know today was hard for my aunt. She lost her dad relatively young, too. My granddad was a few months shy of his 58th birthday when he passed.
I think my sister and I take after my mom. We block things. Although, out of the two of us, I feel as if I’m more prone to being overly emotional. But it may just depend on the situation.
I guess the hardest part is dealing with the feeling of not telling the person how you feel. Of course I really didn’t have the opportunity, but I still feel the sting. I’ve never been the type to go very long without apologizing. I thank God that I appreciate the moments I have with the people around me. No matter what their relationship with me may be.
Some people take their time here on earth for granted. Death is so incredibly absolute. In reality, our existence in the physical is but a whisper of time.
Hold your loved ones dear. Tell them you love them. Doesn’t matter if you think it’s implied or not. Let them know! Tell them. Show them. Be there for them as often as you possibly can. When a storm comes, ride them out together. And keep each other in your prayers.
I miss my dad and always will. But I love him enough to rejoice for him. He has his eternal reward now.