I find June a difficult month because of so many different and painful dates: Father’s Day, my father’s birthday and anniversary of his death. I often do not want to look too closely at how I’m feeling. I miss my daddy a lot. I miss him and wish we could have more time together, but that is the way with death. We are physically separated from those we love and miss their presence in our life. This weekend reminds me so keenly that my daddy is no longer with us.
Father’s Day also reminds me that all my other fathers are no longer with alive: my grandfathers, my father-in-law, and my seminary father confessor. These men have formed me in one way or another. I have grown through their love, direction and support. I miss them dearly. I am grateful for everything they shared with me. I am a lucky woman to have had such an amazing strong group of men in my life.
This weekend we honor our fathers. Fathers come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes we are not blessed with strong and good fathers. Sometime we have to find a father in someone else. Fathers are like that. Sometimes we get to pick them. Often they pick us. You always know who the mother of a child is, but that is not always the case with a father. Sometimes a father is the one who claims the child and takes responsibility for that child’s life and it might have nothing to do with biology and everything to do with love. On Sunday, let us remember and celebrate the men who have fathered us.
Father’s Day also reminds me that all my other fathers are no longer with alive: my grandfathers, my father-in-law, and my seminary father confessor. These men have formed me in one way or another. I have grown through their love, direction and support. I miss them dearly. I am grateful for everything they shared with me. I am a lucky woman to have had such an amazing strong group of men in my life.
This weekend we honor our fathers. Fathers come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes we are not blessed with strong and good fathers. Sometime we have to find a father in someone else. Fathers are like that. Sometimes we get to pick them. Often they pick us. You always know who the mother of a child is, but that is not always the case with a father. Sometimes a father is the one who claims the child and takes responsibility for that child’s life and it might have nothing to do with biology and everything to do with love. On Sunday, let us remember and celebrate the men who have fathered us.
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