This Is the First Fathers Day since you’ve been gone that I’ve really felt your absence. I’ve often wondered why I don’t miss you as much as other people miss their parents that have gone. Why don’t I cry when I think of you? Why don’t I fall apart? How is it that I keep on going without tripping over my sunken heart?
Then it occurred to me. Just now. Sitting at the breakfast table, looking at the wide and beautiful Wyoming view in front of me, it occurred to me….. You’re not really gone. You’ve never really left me. All of the teaching, the fun, the discipline, the laughter and the love are inside of me. I carry you with me every day and listen to your words moment to moment.
It was this day, Dad, that I realized that I can’t mourn a man who is still alive. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I love you!
P.S. I’m in good hands.