Father’s day is always sort of bittersweet for me. On one hand, I’m happy to appreciate and love my husband for being an awesome dad, but the sadness of not being able to call my own dad and tell him I value him lingers throughout the day. Every Father’s day since my dad passed, I watch Josh call his dad, we celebrate Josh- but my own dad is always in the back of my mind.
I just want to be able to call him. Conversations with my dad were always short and sweet, but it was nice and I always looked forward to it. We once went a couple months span of talking everyday on dad’s way home from work. He’d give me a call when he got in the car and then we’d end the conversation when he got home. It was nice and I just miss simple things like that.