While I celebrate with my children I’m also aware that this will be my eleventh Father’s Day without my own dad. Dad passed away in August 2002, just a few days before his 83rd birthday and around a month before Father’s Day of that year..
I really do miss dad but it’s not with an overwhelming sadness because I know he’s in a better place and I know I’ll see him again one day.
I still wish he was able to see Emily and James growing up into the wonderful young people that they’re becoming and to get to know Pauline even better.
I wish I could sit down and hear him tell me one of his stories …. again …. and again.
It’s been interesting over the last few months to have found out a little bit more about our family history as various member of our extended family have been posting bits and pieces to a Facebook page. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older that the events of the past that have helped to make us what we are today seem to be of more interest and carry more significance.
While it’s fascinating to find out facts about those people from the past that I never knew, I wish even more that I had known dad better while he was here. His job meant that he was away for many weeks or even months at a time when I was growing up, and as he was almost 44 when I was born, there was a distance in time between us that was often hard to bridge.
I look forward to a new day when we’ll catch up on everything we’ve missed over the years.
“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” – Revelation 21:4