Well, here we are, another Fathers’s Day. A day that grieving dads dread. A day that makes us think about being a dad to a child (in my case two children) that has died. Everyday is a day that makes us think about the “what could/should have been’s”, but Father’s Day is one of those hand full of days that makes us reflect a little longer and a little deeper.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have been feeling the pressure to write something profound for Father’s Day. Something that will help grieving dads get through this day, but nothing came to me. I was drawing a complete blank. The more I thought about it the more I became frustrated with myself for not being able to write something meaningful.
It finally dawned on me this morning when I sat down to write this post. There isn’t anything I can do or say that will remove the darkness of this day. As proud as I am to be the father of my children, its still a tough day. Thinking of my children makes me smile and sad at the same time which is kind of a weird place to find yourself. Let me reword that, thinking of my children makes me smile, realizing they are not here with me, makes me sad. They don’t make me sad, their lack of presence makes me sad.
I plan on spending today working out in my yard and going for a run. Finding something that allows me to think about them but not sit around dwelling on the sadness of the day, but to connect with them just a little. I will be doing things that bring me an element of peace.
How are you going to spend the day with your children?
Wishing all of you a peaceful Father’s Day.