This is my post from Father's Day 2009, but it is just as true on Father's Day 2012, so I just thought I would re-post it. Everything is the same, just a few years later. It's now been 4-1/2 years since Dad passed away.
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
So Happy Father's Day to my dear husband, Jim, and Happy
Father's Day to my Dad.