I made it through Father’s Day yesterday without spending too much time dwelling on the fact that my father is no longer here.  I’m pretty sure he knows I thought about him, and I’m pretty sure the rest of “us kids” thought about him too, and that’s good enough.

My aunt (Dad’s sister) and uncle were here for dinner yesterday; that filled my time and kept my mind off  things too painful to dwell on.  There was a moment when we were discussing something about Mom and Dad when she got pensive and distant.  I’m sure she was thinking about him too.  She looked just like him in that moment, and I memorized her face as if I were seeing him again.  Otherwise  there weren’t any sad times.  I realize how lucky I was to have him as a father; I was lucky enough to realize that while he was still living.  Today he is still my Dad.  It’s just that I can’t call him and wish him a happy father’s day.

 To all of you who CAN call your father but didn’t yesterday, for whatever unimportant reason, you can make today father’s day.  Every day can be father’s day if you choose.