I have been thinking of you all day. It’s that day again Dad. Father’s Day. That bittersweet day where I am happy but sad. You may have passed on but you are still beating strongly within my whole being. At times I can hear your voice or I remember a silly little antic you use to pull on me as a child.
February 23, 1986, my father passed away from a stroke that he had endured the year previous. He had been in a coma like state that year. My father had been a career service man in the Canadian army and so my childhood was spent waiting for him to come back from where ever the army sent him in the world. My mother and father divorced when I was young and she was lucky enough to meet another man who would take on the challenge of being a new father to …me. I rarely seen my father as he then moved up north and my childhood changed and I was in charge of my little brothers and sister. As I grew older the chasm widened. We did stay in contact and truly loved the day my dad walked into the hospital room to see his first grandchild. He even held him. That was in 1983. Then the day I got the news was February 23, 1985 that he had a severe stroke and they did not know if he would make it.
I have to thank this man as he looks down on me from heaven because he made me the woman that I am. That I can stand on my own and stand up for myself. I am proud of his accomplishments in service to his country and I tell his story to people that will listen because truly it is interesting. Happy Fathers Day dear father. I love you and I miss you. Come visit me in my dreams.