I don’t know exactly how to put this year’s Father’s Day feelings into words. The day was special…filled with all the usual cards and fun gifts that are easily anticipated. But one aspect stood out and that was the note my 8-year-old daughter wrote to me “from” my father.
You see…my dad died in April 2001. Do the math: she never met him and she knows it. She’s reminded of him often by my mom, with stories and pictures that scatter her home. She’s reminded of it a bit more lately as she starts to take up golf, one of his passions.
She’s never shy to ask, “If Grandpa Kenny was still alive, he would love me to pieces, don’t you think Daddy?”
Yes, he would, but only half as much as I do and can, especially after reading this note from her on this Father’s Day.
I’ll frame it and keep it safe…somewhere so that years from now she can see it again after she’s long forgotten it. And obviously, I need to keep working on my golf swing.