Today was the first Father's Day since my father's death. Given my relationship with him, I did not expect to feel that much emotion today. Surprise, you can never predict what will be depressing. I have a few friends that also lost their fathers this year so that made me feel a bit less alone in the confusion. One old friend lost her spouse recently, so I can only imagine how tortured today was for her and her kids.
One facebook friend pointed out the old cliche "anyone can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a dad." I guess that describes part of my sadness, I'm not sure if my father crossed the line to be a caring and involved dad. Life moves on and in some ways this just does not matter.
Today's photo:
as with most inmates of cat prison, this one swears that he was framed
I had some possibly
I had some possibly marginally relevant ramblings of my own on the topic. It's hard, for sure.