This is my first Father’s Day without a Grandpa or my Dad living. It’s a little strange that my family ties don’t go back to a patriarchal figure anymore. Day to day life goes on, but it’s strange when you stop to think about it.
I never really know what to say on days like today. It’s a weird feeling, and it’s hard to express, but slowly I’ve come to terms with it.
I know the pain and loss will always be there, it comes out as a random outburst of angry tears that happens every year around this time of year. It’s the annoyance at Father’s Day commercials and sales, and listening to people complain and whine about the struggles of finding a good gift. It’s always there simmering away, but some days it’s easy easier to control that others.
At the risk of posting photos I’ve already posted before, I thought I would share pictures of my Dad just being my Dad.
Miss you always.