Being a widow on Fathers Day is hard. Hard knowing that the father of your children is not here to witness a great family celebration for him.
It’s bitter sweet. The memories the photos the the quiet moments with them sleeping in your arms. He was supposed to always be here to help them.
You were the person who fixed most everything. Your calm voice and arm around their shoulder. The voice of reason and clarity. Those are missed.
The guiding hand on the bicycle seat and the lessons from the passenger seat while learning to drive gave reassurance of safety.
Your instinctive ability to know what was right and ability to help you realize “why” when it was not.
Adult children looked up to you to help with their growing children. You gave them a mans perspective on life.
You opened the door to a side of you they could relate to over a cold beer or cup of coffee.
So to all those dads who made a huge difference in your children’s lives and you are now the lone parent, Happy Fathers Day!
Do what he would he gave wanted to do today in his honor.
Cheers to dad!
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