This is actually our first Father’s Day without Dave. Since it is a roaming holiday, last year it was on June 15th. I thought Dave was going to die on Father’s Day which seemed especially cruel, but he lived into another day.
We have been marking the occasion in typical fashion. Whenever we see or hear an ad that starts off with “Give Dad his favorite _________ this Father’s Day.” We respond with “Well, we could try.” or “I guess we could leave those ______ by his ashes and see what happens.” We are all kinds of hilarious that way.
As I look through hundreds of pictures over the years, I realize that in many of them, I only captured Dave’s back or shoulder or side. But I am struck by how present he was in our lives. He couldn’t necessarily attend every single event the kids were a part of but he sure went to a great majority. When he was there, he was focused on his family. I am thankful for the countless memories the kids will have for the rest of their lives of doing things with their dad.
I would like to honor my dad on this day too. I was lucky enough to be raised by the kindest, gentlest, most understanding and loving man. My dad has been there for me in too many ways to count. He loves spending time with his grandchildren (and his grand pets). He is willing to jump in the car at any time night or day to do whatever needs to be done. He is willing to offer advice or just listen. He personifies what it means to love your family. I am grateful beyond measure.