In the circumstances in which I am on this date it is only as can be. Father's Day. trade date, they say. It may be but it has always been the day when all greet with special affection and love that perhaps the most important man in our lives. That man often example to follow. When we were kids gave us maybe a bump on the head ... or congratulated us on a good qualification. Jealous if they looked at her daughter. Proud if it was the son.Anyway. That man, which we call "Dad" is no longer with me. So is. This is my first Father's Day without my dad. Advertisements, commercials both on TV and in the mall .... everywhere cruelly reminding me that I now have no one to hug. There is a father in my family however. My own children's one. And it's a great dad. Worried, grumpy, fun with their kids. It's nice to see him with the children. But ... I do not have mine with me ... and it hurts.
As well as this one, many Father's Days to come and I will remember and feel again that emptiness and a desire to hug him and say "Happy Day Dad" as I used to until last year. I'll look at your amphora. I will light a special candle for you and with tears in my eyes I will go to your photo and say "I can not hug you nor kiss you but ... Happy Day Dad, I love you, I miss you ... even more every day."
