Father’s Day without Dad

His is my first Father’s Day without Dad. It’s been a little over for weeks since his passing. Grief comes and goes. In and out like the tide.

No phone call to him. No joking around. No smile to look at, but I do remember.

I’ve found it interesting that the most I remember of him these last four weeks were not memories of growing up. They were memories of my adult years and mainly the last four to five years. As he is mind and body were fading, these are the memories that are prominent. The visits, the short phone calls… this is what I’m remembering right now.

I’m thankful his struggles are over… even as I miss his presence here.

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