It’s Father’s Day. Don’t pity me too much. I have a Dad. He isn’t here anymore; not on this mortal plane. But he’s forever in my head, my heart and my mind.
I hate reading people say they don’t have a Dad anymore. If you love your Dad then he will always be part of you.
Today I will be having a chat with my “Dear Dad” rose. The rose I bought which sits in his wife’s memorial garden where some of his ashes are scattered. The rose I have a replica of in my own garden, where I spend most of my time in summer.
Last year was my first Fathers Day without him. It sucked. I was bitter and resentful and angry.
Today, my second Fathers Day without my Dad, I’m just sad. Really really sad. I can’t begrudge anyone still having their Dad around – that would be spiteful. I’ve flinched and shrugged off the marketing and adverts and turned the other cheek this year. But I miss him. And I wish I was seeing him today.
If your Dad is a good man who has done his best for you, be sure to let him know. Not just today, but all the days.
Thanks, as always, for reading. x