Father’s Day 2014

Father’s Day has become a weird thing for me since Dad died. I remember the first Father’s Day after he died (2012) being really hard. I walked into Target to buy something, and I got smacked in the face with all of the advertising reminding people to buy that special gift for that special guy.

Except I didn’t have anyone to buy a special gift for anymore. Even if I just bought a card, I had no one to send it to.

It hasn’t felt as dire since then. I sort of forgot about it at all until I saw a bunch of Facebook posts about it yesterday. Of course I’m sitting here reflecting while I write this, but I don’t really feel sad. Some people who have lost parents say that they think of them every day. I don’t, but I also don’t really think of him as being gone anymore. He pops into my dreams from time-to-time: “Hey, kiddo. It’s going to be alright.” I see things that remind me of him, and then one of his daddisms will chime in my ear and make me chuckle.


Partners in crime in Salem, MA (Maybe 1988?)

Ok, I lied. I’m feeling sad now… I miss him, and I do wish that he was still physically in my life. Since he’s not, at least I have a place I can remember and honor him.

I’m realizing, too, that I don’t mention my mom in my blog posts. She’s alive and raising hell in South Florida, in that good way. Smile I try to respect the privacy of those I write about, so I don’t really include her in my posts for that reason. She and I don’t talk often, but I love her dearly. She is just as important to me both in past and present as my dad was/is.

I made her one of my living daringly compact mirrors for Mother’s Day to remind her how much she means to me and so many others. She’s a Minnesota Vikings fan… Smile

Moms compact_04222014

Mom’s living daringly compact. Purples and yellows galore. 🙂

So on this Father’s Day, I’m glad to be able to honor both of my parents. They’ve both been integral in shaping who I am today.

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