Another year. Another Father’s Day. I’m reminded of you in ways both good and bad.
Good because of all the laughs and late night heart to hearts. The smiles and in jokes. The funny looks and winks.
Bad because those times are gone and have been for some time. And the years march on and there are so many things that have happened that I wanted to tell you about. And I do. But I’m not really sure if you’re still ‘out there’ listening.
I know you’re still ‘here’ inside my heart. I know that I keep that place warm and safe. Keep it a nice place for you to visit.
I miss you in ways that defy words. Deep missings.
And on some level, I know that you know.
Even though I can’t call you with news and events of my whacky life – I’m hopeful you still get the memo.
I never forget. I always remember. You are my dad. My hero. My angel.