Here we are. Father’s Day. The second to last first holiday without you. Unlike all the other holidays, I couldn’t just go through the motions since this holiday is centered around you. Each holiday was drastically different, but I still had events to distract me.
On Halloween, our daughter and I were invited to go trick or treating with friends in a neighboring town. Our daughter was a cheerleader. There were other kids who were our daughters age and she had a blast. She totally understood the concept and would run up to each door and do a happy dance each time she received candy.
On Thanksgiving the family met at my brothers in New Hampshire and I cooked dinner. I also ran a Turkey Trot and at one water station they were giving out beer. I took one because I knew that you would been disappointed if did not. I only managed a sip.
On Christmas, our daughter and I continued to see our friends. Instead of continuing Christmas Eve afternoon at the pub, some of us started the new tradition of Feliz Navidad Brunch. We visited your grave. We went to Mass even if I still think the whole religion and praying thing is pointless. Santa may have gone overboard with Amazon Prime.
Our friends and I stayed up on New Years Eve. Mariah Carey was so bad that it was epic. I made poblano macaroni and cheese, which is a crowd favorite. I learned to make it after you died so you have never tasted it, but you would have loved it. We went to New Beginnings Brunch the next day.
Valentine’s Day was filled with love from our friends. They didn’t forget about us. Even Carter the dog thought to get us roses.
I made a ham on Easter. We colored Easter eggs and we went out for ice cream.
Mother’s Day was spent at Baby Animal Day at Indian Ladder Farm.
But today I couldn’t avoid the fact that you were not here. I kept thinking about how you were looking forward to our daughter being this age. You were so excited for her to start talking. You couldn’t wait to hear the funny things she was going to say. I know you would have had some pretty ridiculous conversations with her.
I just not fair that she is going to grow up without you. All these other kids get their fathers and she doesn’t. She doesn’t remember life with you so she seems content that it is just me and her. But I always think about how life should have been. If you were still alive, we would be planning on having a second kid soon.
One thing that struck me today is that our daughter is always asking why. I always answer because I like to think she is trying to figure out how the world works. But today when I told her you were in Heaven. I braced for the “why?” but she didn’t ask why. I know that question is coming. Don’t worry, she will know all about you. She will know you loved her very much and that you still do.
So today we visited your grave. I cried because this isn’t how we were supposed to be celebrating Father’s Day. We should have spent the day doing whatever you wanted to do. But instead, I spent the day thinking about how you are not here. There will be no pictures on Facebook of you spending time with our daughter.
I did decide that we would go out for ice cream since you wouldn’t want us to spend the day being sad. But please know that no matter what happens in life, you will always be missed.