Today is a bitter sweet day, Father's Day and although it has been 3 months since I lost my dad, I celebrate him. He was there through the good times and the bad; scolded me when I wanted to run away ( I laugh now), stood by my side no matter what.
He would come over to have breakfast or lunch often with my mother and would keep himself busy while mom and I cleaned buy taking the plastic grocery bags and fold each one of them up like a triangle. I would at first tell him, "dad, you should not waste your time folding them, they are just going to be harder to unfold and be thrown in the trash anyway." He would just say his famous words "Well, and Oh boy!" and continue to fold them anyway.
It was just yesterday that I realized how much I missed him sitting here folding them bags that are now an awful looking pile in pantry when I was fumbling through on of the drawers in the kitchen looking for a spatula and stumbled upon a folded up grocery bag. Steph and I were amazed to see it there because I open that same drawer everyday and not once did I see it there.
I needed that sign from my dad to let me know he was still there with me. I am going through a person hardship in my marriage and dad was the only one I could talk to, I prayed that he would give me a sign and he did. I was the most beautiful feeling in the world. I smelled the bag and I could smell him and honestly felt him hug me.
My son, daughter and I went to visit my dad at the cemetary today, it was nice. We also went on a scavenger hunt looking for my grandfather, my dad's dad and found him. That was fun, my dad always liked scavenger hunts.
Here are some pics of my dad.
