Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
It’s a bittersweet time of year for me. The minute the Dad merchandise hits the greeting store racks I remember, “Pop died now.”
Not on Father’s Day, but soon thereafter. Father’s Day was spent in the hospital (as were the previous two weeks) in a great deal of pain. We celebrated there but it was tough to make the ol’ intubated cracker comfortable, let alone happy.
So, not only do I not have a daddy to celebrate, it’s hard to even celebrate his memory…bone and sinew, this is a time of mourning.
He was my greatest ally and my fiercest foe. A gentle, warped, generous soul.
So today all I can muster is a little water and some “bunny be gone” on his flowers, and brushing off his tombstone.
Wouldn’t it be great if I could celebrate other people’s dads? Wouldn’t it be? Not up to it yet. Not mature enough. I don’t know.
Other times of the year? Yes.
Will it always be thus? Doubtful. But for now, it just is.