Missing Dad

Out of all holidays I think Father’s Day is the worst holiday to go through without my Dad. Just because it’s solely dedicated to “that special man in your life”. I instantly woke up in a funk on Sunday. I already wanted the day to be over.

Jon’s dad wasn’t in town…he and Jon’s mom are in New Orleans having a fun romantic getaway. But we did do a nice brunch at Jon’s uncle’s house. The rest of the day was spent being lazy, doing laundry and watching movies. And trying to avoid Facebook and all of the Happy Father’s Day posts.

It’s been two years. I thought it would be a little easier by now, but it’s not. I still choke up when I see photos of women dancing with their fathers on their wedding day. A sadness still overcomes me when I witness special moments with dads and their daughters. I hate knowing that my Dad and I will never be able to experience those moments. He won’t walk me down the aisle. He won’t hold his granddaughter/grandson.

Loosing a loved one, especially a family member, is hard. There’s no denying that I’m still figuring it out. I still feel sad, and sometimes even angry. Angry at the disease that took him away. Angry that I wasn’t home enough. Angry that I didn’t spend enough time with him. But I guess none of that will ever fade away completely. I just need to learn how to be at peace with it. And know that somewhere, somehow he is still with me in some sense.

To all those who still have their fathers…I hope you had a wonderful Father’s Day. And even when it’s not Father’s Day…always end your conversations in “I love you.” Always make time to see him. Always ask about his life. Same goes for your mothers too.

To end this post on a more positive note I’ll share some highlights of the weekend.

This is how we’re greeted when we get to the house.

Love it.

Playing a good ol’ fashioned game of Go Fish.

Going to my first country bar.

Complete with line dancing, cowboy boots and lots of daisy dukes.

I am not a country kinda gal and would not have ever thought that I would go to a place like this. It definitely wasn’t our kind of place, but we made the most of it and had a really great time! I need some work on my line dancing though…I had flashbacks of learning choreography for musicals!

And no Cape Coral weekend is complete without mexican food from our favorite place, Azteca. Half of a mole burrito, a chile releno and one pastor taco. Mmmmmmm.

Plus planning for our Key West trip this coming weekend! Jon and I are going with his sister, Tori and our friend, Nick. It’s going to be a blast!

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