I guess things do get better. The grief becomes easier somehow. Case in point, this year reminders of things I can buy my father for father’s day were not like stabs to the gut. More like a “Oh that’s sad, I wish he were still around feeling” mixed with “he wouldn’t want that, just a bunch of scratch tickets and a visit (or call if we were out of state).”
Mostly I am grateful. Truly. Grateful that I was fortunate enough to have a fantastic father. Grateful that my only regret with him is that he is no longer here. I am grateful.
So happy Father’s Day Dad. I hope you are having fun where you are; that your afterlife is satisfying. I miss you. I love you.
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