Father’s Day! A fairly new accepted tradition in the wider world. A century of fathers having gained parity in recognition with the more established Christian concept of Mothering Sunday.
For me as a child, it was a day to pass on school-made cards and beer (not made at school!). I do not recall the day being a special family event in any way. A day constructed to celebrate, but more hijacked by card companies and shops as a way of increasing footfall and income.
In latter years presents became more thoughtful. As dad became a pensioner and his world shrunk, I liked to check out what events were on locally and often booked tickets for a talks with people he found interesting. We turned the present into things to do together, rather than tat that cluttered up the home. Dad was never materialistic, so I know that the time spent going out to the shows was more precious to him than anything.
When you no longer have a living dad, today takes on an entirely different meaning. It heightens the feelings that live with you day to day. Of loss, of grief, of a vacuum that will never be filled. This is my second vacuum. Easier than the first, yet hard in itself. Being of a more spiritual nature, I feel his presence with me all the time, I am not abandoned to my fate! Early evening, when the crowds have gone home, I shall take myself off to to stunningly beautiful place he was scattered and sit for a while. Thoughts of conversations past, jokes shared, angry clashes and moments of clarity will occur. He shaped who I am, and for that I will always be thankful that he wa my dad.
“My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person – He believed in me.” Jim Valvano
Dream Big, Sparkle MORE, Shine BRIGHTLY