All week, I've been bombarded by emails, tweets and other reminders: "Remember Dad on Father's Day!" I've been dreading today-- my first Father's Day without my Dad around. I know that my mom and my siblings are feeling the sting too.
When I close my eyes, I can still feel the warmth of his hand in mine. Dad wasn't an affectionate guy. It took a lot for him to open up with anything that was "touchy-feely." I take comfort in the very last thing that he said to me--he mouthed "I love you" the night before he slipped into unconsciousness.
To me, that meant the world, because I knew how hard it was for him to say those words.
Happy Father's Day to the dads, both living and beyond.
something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when
he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be
long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that
feels like love itself.
~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
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