Fatherless Father's Day

Three times. Three times my eyes filled with tears as I remembered my father, realized I have no one to wish a Happy Father's Day to, and that my children have no grandfathers.

I read Post Secret today (a new set of cards goes up on Sundays, always a new batch, never repeated) and I cried when I read this one:



Dad had a boat in the early 80's, a white lobster boat with kelly green trim, and he named it the "Jana E." . He didn't really ever tell me he loved me, he never really noticed me at all after the divorce, but he named his boat after me. And that is all I have right now. No memories of him teaching me how to drive, taking me to the store, fixing my scraped knee with a band aid, meeting my dates at the door, giving me away at my wedding, none of that traditional Dad stuff. But, he did name a boat after me.

I forgive you, and I love you, Dad. Rest in peace, and Happy Father's Day.