I have long embraced Father’s Day.  I have not been able to celebrate Mother’s Day with my mother for many, many years.  So Father’s Day meant that much more to me.  That was a day I could celebrate with Daddy – I could buy him a gift. I could call him. I could hear his voice.

This year, however, Father’s Day, hit me like a ton of bricks. I cannot see Daddy’s reaction to my gift. I cannot call him and wish him a Happy Farher’s Day. I cannot hear appreciation and joy in his voice upon hearing my greeting.  It sucks.  It just sucks. It’s not fair.

And I sobbed like a baby this morning when the ton of bricks hit me and I realized I could not celebrate with him. 

But I can still honor him.  I can remember all he taught me.  I can be grateful for his sacrifices and the life he gave me after Mommy passed.  I can cherish every smile and laugh that ever came from him. And I can take comfort in our undying love for each other. 

Every fiber of my being misses the hell out of you, Daddy. I love you forever. And I’m eternally grateful for you on this day and always.