Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day 2010

This is my post from Father's Day 2009, but it is just as true on Father's Day 2010, so I just thought I would re-post it. Everything is the same, just a year later.


Father's Day is an emotional day for me. On the one hand, I am a lucky lady, for my children have a wonderful Dad. I couldn't ask for anything more for my kids. Jim came into our lives when the trio were about 5 years old and anyone that didn't know, would never know that he isn't their *real* dad. (The trio are 11 now, so he has been here for most of their lives at this point.) And what is a real dad anyways? I think Jim is more of a real dad to the trio than anyone else. And then Jimmy came along... Which just added to the joy of our family!

And on the other hand, Father's Day makes me sad. I lost my Dad to a heart attack, a little over a year and half ago. I still miss him desperately. It has been harder than I ever could have imagined, and I am still not sure that *it gets better*. I was the youngest girl of three, and Dad was the one person I could always count on. He never judged, he just loved me. Jim is alot like my Dad. :o)

So Happy Father's Day to my dear husband, Jim, and Happy Father's Day to my Dad.


trish said...

Dear Angela.
How blessed we are to have such good men in our lives, our husbands who are daddys to our children. But at the same time, the gap that lies open, due to the loss of our dads, makes today a bit bitter sweet.
You are so blessed to have had a father so close to you! Hang in there today. I know your heart must hurt so much, you are in my prayers today.
*hugs* Trish

Shirleymac said...

Baeutiful tribute Angela. It's only been a year and a half? It seems forever to me too since I received your email. The missing never goes away. The pain will. It took me 3 years before the pain of losing my mom ended and I could think of her with a smile instead of tears. But that comes when each of us is ready. I still have sad moments.. but they are only moments. A lot of the time it's pleasant memories or memories of things I'm grateful she taught me.