We honor all fathers on this third Sunday in June. But I especially want to honor two of the best fathers (and men) I’ve ever known, my own father and my husband.
It is especially bittersweet for me since my dad passed away a few years ago and I no longer have him here. I think of him often, but especially on this day since he is no longer here. Of course, I now think about whether I thanked him enough, or did enough, or said enough.
So, in honor of all that he did, for all that he showed me, and for making me (part of ) what I am today, I thank him. He was taken too early and I miss him still.