Father's Day
I made it thru my first Father's Day without my dad, and managed not to have a complete emotional breakdown. Although many tears were shed leading up to it on and the day, and still the day after. But I made it.
My friend Shirley, who lost her dad about 10 years ago, told me to not focus on the loss of my dad, but to focus on my husband, and kids, and making the day more about them. So that's what I did my best to do. We had a delicious India buffet lunch, and then went roller skating and had a blast. There were hardly any people there, I think 3 other families of 3, so there were times where we were the only ones on the rink! Audrey won the light game and Rhys won limbo! We all really had a great time. Then we went to visit my dad's grave and tell him Happy Father's Day.
The other big thing I did was posted on my instagram about losing my dad. Of course my closest friends already knew, but I had so many others that didn't and I felt like I wanted them to know, but I also wanted to chronicle the other things going on in my life as a result of my dad's death (like moving and building our house!). Here's my post:
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do this, because putting it out there on social media just makes it feel that much more real. Even tho for a while this all felt so surreal, and some days it still does. But I also feel like talking about it is part of the grieving process, and a path to healing.
It’s hard for me to put into words the level of grief and loss I’m feeling, and it’s something you don’t truly understand until you go thru losing a parent. I’ve known him my whole life. He was the first man I ever loved. He taught me what it meant to be a loving husband, father and grandfather, and just an overall awesome human being. He taught us all how to be grateful for what we have and not take life too seriously. I’m so grateful that my kids knew him and loved him for as long as they did, altho I desperately wish we all had more time with him.
It’s easy to take for granted the time you have with those you love, believing you have so much of it to say the things you want to say and see the things you want to see and do the things you want to do. But I keep reminding myself that my dad lived an extraordinary life, overcoming so much and working so hard, but also enjoying the fruits of his labor. He was grateful for everything, he travelled the world, he loved spending time with his grandkids, and just enjoyed everything life had to offer. He was a very happy man.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there, and big, big hugs to my friends who don’t get to spend it with their dads. My heart is with you especially this weekend. ❤️❤️❤️
My friend Shirley, who lost her dad about 10 years ago, told me to not focus on the loss of my dad, but to focus on my husband, and kids, and making the day more about them. So that's what I did my best to do. We had a delicious India buffet lunch, and then went roller skating and had a blast. There were hardly any people there, I think 3 other families of 3, so there were times where we were the only ones on the rink! Audrey won the light game and Rhys won limbo! We all really had a great time. Then we went to visit my dad's grave and tell him Happy Father's Day.
The other big thing I did was posted on my instagram about losing my dad. Of course my closest friends already knew, but I had so many others that didn't and I felt like I wanted them to know, but I also wanted to chronicle the other things going on in my life as a result of my dad's death (like moving and building our house!). Here's my post:
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do this, because putting it out there on social media just makes it feel that much more real. Even tho for a while this all felt so surreal, and some days it still does. But I also feel like talking about it is part of the grieving process, and a path to healing.
It’s hard for me to put into words the level of grief and loss I’m feeling, and it’s something you don’t truly understand until you go thru losing a parent. I’ve known him my whole life. He was the first man I ever loved. He taught me what it meant to be a loving husband, father and grandfather, and just an overall awesome human being. He taught us all how to be grateful for what we have and not take life too seriously. I’m so grateful that my kids knew him and loved him for as long as they did, altho I desperately wish we all had more time with him.
It’s easy to take for granted the time you have with those you love, believing you have so much of it to say the things you want to say and see the things you want to see and do the things you want to do. But I keep reminding myself that my dad lived an extraordinary life, overcoming so much and working so hard, but also enjoying the fruits of his labor. He was grateful for everything, he travelled the world, he loved spending time with his grandkids, and just enjoyed everything life had to offer. He was a very happy man.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there, and big, big hugs to my friends who don’t get to spend it with their dads. My heart is with you especially this weekend. ❤️❤️❤️
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