|Hubby, on the right a month after his knee surgery.|
I was not close to my father although I loved him very much. I am sure that makes you raise one eyebrow. My Dad was a quiet and reclusive man and when he lost his hearing in later years, that meant he was frustrated and talked to me even less. So there is a small shadow hanging over Father's Day when I think of my Dad and my guilt.
My son has wanted for almost two years to become a father and it does not look like that is happening after spending money and going to the doctor. They do not talk about it and there was some easing in that yesterday when they actually dropped a phrase or two about probably not having kids. The day was packed with folks, so I did not poke and pry at that tender bit of news. I imagine this was a tough day for them, even though they work at spending time with my daughter's children.
My husband has a friend who was working hard at getting his life back together and starting a new tourist venture in the South Pacific. He had nine children. He was 44 and passed away last week from a sudden and totally unexpected heart attack. That family is working hard at getting through Father's Day, I am confident.
I am sure that there are families that have perfect relationships and that had a love-filled holiday where everyone had lots of homemade food and were thankful when they sat down to eat, or shared a hole in one with their dad, or hiked a cool mountain trail with their dad, or even just shared a beer. But there are lots of folks for whom this day is a bit of a trial and I raise a glass of wine to them.