Father’s Day sort of blindsided me this year.  For five years I’ve make a conscious effort not to notice things that relate to fathers in an attempt to stem the pain. This year it was more of an unconscious thing that I didn’t notice the day was approaching.  Earlier in the month I walked into a department store and was assaulted by all the Father’s Day signs, suggestions,  and piles of wares.  It surprised me and yet there wasn’t the usual stab of real physical pain right under my ribcage like I’ve felt in years past.  It was more like any person might be surprised when they see the Halloween stuff go up in stores in late August.  More like, “Yea that’s right, this month has Father’s Day.”

This year, though I truly wish I could still call my Dad and wish him a fabulous day, I am more content to just wish all the fathers out there a great day.  I’m happy when I hear someone talk about spending time with their own father without feeling the deep sadness that I can’t do the same.

So Happy Father’s Day to you all!  And if you can spend some time with your own Dad, enjoy your day; make some memories, share a laugh, a hug, a thank you.   Do it for yourself, do it for your Dad.  Maybe even as a favor to me.