Today is Father's Day. The day we celebrate Father's and what they mean to us. It's been 3 years since I celebrated Father's Day really. Sure, I buy Bud a card and I plan a gift and a meal but my heart isn't really in it. I want my father, my daddy. I want the person who made the skinned knees okay, who taught me to drive, who danced with me at my wedding, who cradled his first granddaughter with such love in his eyes, who wiped the tears away when I cried by his bedside at the hospital when he was sick. I don't want to wish anyone else a Happy Father's Day because my father isn't here and it isn't fair.
My parents divorced when I was three. My dad didn't have the best role model in a father but somehow he did it so well. He never said an unkind word ever about my mother after their divorce, he picked me up faithfully every weekend to spend time with him even when I am sure he was tired and would have rather rested, he paid child support even when he was on strike and had to borrow the money from my grandmother, he would bring lunch to me even after working night shift the night before because I forgot my lunch, he had a way of making you thing that everything was going to be okay, he always believed the best in me and told me I could do anything or be anyone.
For my birthday this year my mom had our old home movies converted and I got to see my daddy again. My daddy like I remembered him. Young and handsome and strong. I watched him hold a little me and watched a little me kiss him and I wanted to be there again in that moment. Content that everything in life was going to be okay because my daddy was there.
I miss you so much Dad and I love you. Please meet me in my dreams tonight and walk beside me and let me hear your voice again.




