Hey Da:

It’s a few days away from Father’s Day. Last year at this time, I was so focused on how to care for Mom that the day seemed to slip by without notice. This year, I am really feeling the loss. Just as with Mother’s Day, the radio and television ads are relentless. Hammering the message to get dad “the best gift ever”.  I know, from all the years you were here, that extravagant gifts were unnecessary. I know that a card and your favorite candy was all you needed to feel loved. Remember the candy store in Wrentham that I used to stop at because, not only did they have your all-time favorite Maryjane bars and circus peanuts, they also had chocolate covered strawberries, cannolis, and all kinds of chocolate. I was literally like a kid in a candy store, except the candy was for you, not for me.

For some reason, words are hard to come by as I sit here this morning. Missing you. Missing our heart-to-heart talks. Missing the total and complete unconditional love you always showed me. No matter what, you always made me feel like you could and would love me, forgive me when I took a wrong turn and welcome me with a smile and a giant bear hug. I miss that so much. Look down on me from a wispy white mare’s tail, the brilliant full moon that you hung amongst the stars, and the deep-sky-blue-pink of a new morning and I’ll know you are there with me. Always.

Love you so much.