Officially this is the second Fathers’ Day without my Dad.
Last year my dad had been gone barely a week. I was numb, in shock, grief exhausted… Trying to plan a funeral whilst trying to keep the peace and hold it together. We planted a rose bush in Dad’s new garden and ate Toblerone.
This year has been devastating. My grief has been renewed. I’ve cried and ached and missed. I’ve been solemn and quiet and locked in my grief.
I know it’s commercial. I know today is just another day without him. But that’s what makes it painful: another day without him.
Father’s Day for us was a chance to focus on our Dad. To buy him a Toblerone. To make him a nice tea and spend time with him.
Today’s Fathers’ day was a symbol of loss for me. It’s been a hard couple of weeks.