This past Sunday was Father’s Day. For me, it’s a time of joy and celebration of a man who was quietly there during lots of good times and a few very, very bad times. However, this weekend also highlighted that there are many who, for a variety of reasons, do not have a father to celebrate, or who choose not to celebrate their father for very good reasons.
This day must be difficult for them. To go on social media and see all the well-wishes and stores of men who were good fathers. While they drew the short straw in the father lottery. My heart goes out to them. I understand the kind of hole that is left in a person’s soul when that very important person is lacking either in character or in involvement.
You cannot change that person, or those circumstances, but you can acknowledge the loss and then look forward. There are so many people who want to love and cherish you. Who want to share your pain so you can endure life easier. Families come in so many different shapes and sizes. Fill your life with a family of your choosing. So that it’s overflowing with support, and love and laughter.
I cannot promise that this will make things less sad on this day. But I can promise that those who share this day with you will ease that ache just a little because you will be reminded that you matter to so many people.