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.
Yes, this was a hard day for me, but I know God did not bring me this far to leave me now. God will never put more on your heart than you can handle. To live and lead a christian life is so much less stress. Always search your heart, because there is where God leave all our answers. God always give us what we need, but not always what we want. Continue to be strong in God, and in your Faith, and God will take you places you’ve never dream of. Just another point to make is that, when I lost my dad it was too soon. But it was easier for me, because I was able to spend lots of time with my dad. But God always has a reason for things happening the way it does. Always for the better. Uncle Henry had strong prayers going for him every night God sent. So I know he is in a much better place. He and daddy gets to shoot the bull along with papa too. (smile)
I’ve never had what I would consider a good relationship with my father and to this day I try to get him to open up so that I may feel like I matter to him. This fathers day came and went without me talking to him. I called a his home number a couple times and left a message, then called his girlfriend’s cell and left a message there also. I still don’t know if he got either of those because I never heard from him. It hurts to think that he could have enjoyed the entire day with his family without giving a single thought to me, his oldest daughter. I just want to get to know the man and have a father-daughter relationship before its too late, but he doesn’t seem to care either way. So I’m left with “daddy issues” that I want resolved, but fear we never will; his life will continues without me and mine without him. I just hope he wakes up before its too late.
Man, that was real ma. I know JUST what u mean when u say the thing that hurts most is not being able to tell the person how u feel. I JUST lost a friend a few weeks ago. She’s the one who showed me how to use a computer when I was TOTALLY computer illiterate. We had a little fallout a few months back and stopped communicating. She sent me a text message on Christmas night to try to patch things up, but I didn’t respond. That was the last time she reached out to me. Now I’m thinkin’, if I JUST would’ve responded to that text…that’s gonna haunt me forever.