Today is bittersweet for me and has been for the last two years. It’s bitter in that this is my second Father’s Day without my dad being here. It’s sweet in that I now share this day with three wonderful sons!
The memories I have of my dad flood my mind throughout the day, and new memories are made with my own boys.
I remember one Father’s Day, I was about 8 or 9 years old. I wasn’t able to buy anything for dad because 8 year olds don’t have any money. But I made Dad a wooden chicken (I think at VBS), painted it white with red dots, and said it had chicken pox. Dad thought that was the greatest gift he’d ever received. I remember that being the first time I’d ever seen him cry.
I miss him today, but I can’t help but few blessed by God’s grace in allowing me to now know how he felt that day as my sons do similar projects for me.
I’m also reminded just how close and loving our Heavenly Father is to us! May I always know that my Loving Father is with me each and every step in my life! Thank you Lord for loving me!