Father’s Day

The first Father’s Day without him.

The last few have been awkward; he being incapacitated by the stroke. It has been a long time since we had a meaningful conversation, and those often seemed one-sided — we being stubborn and opinionated. I miss the garage sales, the odd times when I could make him laugh, or when he’d show he was proud of me. The kids are hard and irrefutable evidence of that.

Strangely, I think of him most when I accomplish something, or when the kids do.

Mom and I are going to the cemetery this afternoon; I am certain Dad would appreciate that. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

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