This past weekend was Father’s Day. My father has been dead for 11 years, so it is just another day to me. This year was kind of hard because I received a text a couple of days before, that one of my close friends lost his father in a motorcycle accident.
It hurt me because I thought about my first Father’s Day without my dad. It brought back a lot of old emotions, and I genuinely felt for my friend. I sent him a text to give my support. I knew what he did not want to hear because I was there, but I did not know what to say.
I decided to visit an old friend this weekend, and all he could talk about was how much he missed my dad. I miss my dad also, but I had not thought about him in a while. I have not suppressed my feelings, I have just moved on from his death. It took years, but I am in place were I can talk about it openly.
I use to be jealous of people who still had their father, then I came to grips with it. I was blessed to have my father for 18 years of my life, and he taught me valuable lessons in that time.
I still feel for my friend and his loss, but I am confident he too will move past it. Life really does not care what you personally have planned, you just have to take what it gives you and move on.
Never will I forget my dad, and my friends and family will never let me forget him also. I recently noticed I am starting to look more like him as I get older. It is scary and comforting at the same time. My dad left his legacy through me, and hopefully I will have a child to return the favor to.