In 1910 a day was established in order to pay tribute and show appreciation to fathers and father figures. Today, it’s father’s day in Canada.
Dear Dad,
I have thought of this day for a few weeks now. Just remembering that it was on its way. Not because I needed to find an appropriate Jacquie card. You know the one, with the appropriate sentiment for the day, one with the jaunty jazz sound and some fanfare wishing you a happy day. I didn’t send a card as I usually would. I don’t need to make time to call you however much I’d like to.
I’ve been thinking that it was going to be a strange day, not in any particular way, just knowing it would be odd. I miss you.
You have always been there…always. Now I have conversations with you in my head. At the moment they’re quite one sided. I talk a fair bit! Nothing new in that. There are tears mixed into the lopsided conversations at the moment. Your last words penetrate the silence – I do hear you say you are proud of me, you love me – your last words to me as we looked into the eyes of the other and said farewell…Dad there has never been any doubt. Perhaps the grief needs to subside a bit for me to hear the other things.
In my heart and in my soul, no, actually, in every fiber of me, I know what the words “my daughter” encompassed for you. A privilege and an honour Dad. I chose good.
I love you. I miss you.
To my dad – happy father’s day with all my love,
Your daughter.