I’m searching for you in the clouds as we drive along the highway, the sun-bright, the sky blue, the clouds bulbous but I don’t see a clue or a symbol or a sign. It’s hard to be without a father when father’s day is rapidly approaching, I’ve written about this for eleven years now. Do you know what? It doesn’t get easier and I thought for sure it would. All I find in the clouds are a wispy bouquet of flowers, like an all white wedding bouquet and it reminds me to be thankful that you were at my wedding. I need to look at things that way now.
I know, Mom would say “I am torturing myself for no reason” but I do need to put my feelings down on paper otherwise I just explode with sadness. It just hit me hard on the head, the other day, why I was feeling so anxious and unsettled, I had no idea why until I realized that Father’s Day was being advertised everywhere: on tv, the radio, ads, every store I walked into I was assaulted by the fact that other people had dad’s and I didn’t.
Daddy, Do you remember when you offered to pick me up from Brooklyn when mice ran across my feet and over the bed in my street level apartment? I remember feeling so relieved, so safe, because you were always there when I needed you, you could always make things better.When I bounced my first check by accident, when I thought I had done something by mistake, you were the first one I called.
I remember that one of the first times I came to visit you and mom when I was first pregnant with your grandson (and I had inherited your serious lack of direction,) you posed as a traffic guard with signs and all, in the middle of the street, telling me (and everyone else) where to go. I still remember my shock, surprise, amusement and love. I will never forget that image, but I think I made up the detail that you wore an orange hard-hat.
You used to call my daughter, your granddaughter, Princepessa, and you let her cheat at games for way too long. I remember you laughing when she cheated and I would tell you not to let her but of course you continued to do so. And, when my son slept over for the first time in your house, waking you up every hour on the hour, Mom growled and yelled but you were gentle and kind. That was your nature.
I’m watching over mom, she seems a little out of sorts, just a little down and bored, nothing serious. I had a nice lunch with her the other day and boy, she has taken over for you in the eating department! That woman can eat!!! You would be so proud. She used to eat like a bird and now, “mamma mia”, she eats a lot. While she used to complain that I was too chubby she is now complaining that I am too thin. Go figure. I can’t win. But, I know she loves me to pieces. She bought me a slice of rainbow cake for last night’s dessert, and it was yummy. I know she was trying to fatten me up.
My hubby is good to me, really, he is a great husband and father. He would do anything for me and the kids and while we are from two very different parenting styles, we’ve actually become more alike, it’s scary. We have blended together, but I guess after 24 and a half years of marriage you tend to do that.
I think about you all the time, Daddy, not just on Father’s Day but you know that, I know you do. There’s no doubt in my mind from the messages you send me. I smell the scent of your cologne, when there is no one else in the room, see the special numbers you show me, your initials…all the signs. They came much more often at the beginning and that was great, I needed that, but now I know for sure, if I needed you, you would be there with me. There is no doubt in my mind.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy
You may not be on this physical earth but in my heart and soul, you will always be very much alive.
Also see: Father’s Day Without Fathers hibernationnnow.wordpress.com 2012
In Memory of My Father
In Memory of Zach Sobieck, Clouds
it’s wonderful that you have such great memories of your father. Keep them close, and share them often….he’ll always be alive in your heart.
Sunday will be 20 years since my mother died….I’m feeling the memories coming to the surface more and more lately.
Such a lovely story of the deep love that fathers reserve for their daughters.
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That is beautiful.
You make me miss the Father I knew as a little girl, before he changed. Alcohol took him away from us and then made him remember all the horrible things from his childhood that had destroyed him and rotted his brain. I talk to him now after so many years without him, and he has answered me. I hope that everyone’s Father knows that we wish for things that could have made everything different. I know your Father feels your love, and I am sure that my Father feels my belief that he really wanted to be a good Father.
as we know now it was a sickness, like in the last two years of his life, depression was for my father.
Wonderful post … I am missing mine as well.
Felt funny looking at everyone buying Father’s Day cards today … I do not have anyone to send one to ;-(