Father’s Day is this weekend and it’s tough. Every holiday is tough when you lose a parent, but especially the ones meant just for them.
Last year, I thought Father’s Day was rough, but my dad was still here. Dad had been admitted to the hospital on the second day of our honeymoon and we had no idea until the last night of our cruise when we were back in range of U.S. cell towers. He was still in the hospital on Father’s Day, but I got to call him and talk with him. This year I can’t.
A couple of weeks ago, I ventured into the card aisle on a mission for birthday and sympathy cards during lunch. I like to think that I’m pretty good at shopping for sympathy cards, I know what words brought the tiniest bit of comfort to me and I know that glitter is never appropriate (it’s like fake cheer). While walking through the aisles of cards, I ended up in the Father’s Day section. I thought for about two seconds that I could pick up a card for my father-in-law while I was there… I couldn’t even pick up a card without feeling like I was going to burst into tears.
Although nice, none of the commemorative ornaments, Relay for Life luminaries or photographs can take away the ache associated with missing your father.
I’m sad that my dad isn’t a part of what’s happening in my life now, but I’m also grateful that he was able to be there for so much. I was a senior in high school when my dad was diagnosed with stage four, metastatic colon cancer. He was at my high school graduation, he was there when I moved into my dorm, he was at my college graduation, he walked me down the aisle and he was here for me when I got my first job. My dad was there for me in those big moments and his cancer was just along for the ride.
Giving tribute to your dad on Father’s Day is wonderful, but you should treasure him and the role that he plays in your life all year long.