Father's Day Tears

June is always a sad, melancholy sort of month for me. It's the month for Father's Day, obviously. It's also the month my folks used to celebrate their anniversary.

The last June they--or I--celebrated either one was in 1998. Two months later my Dad was dead.

Did he change the world? Did he discover, invent, say, or do anything amazing? Did he achieve either fame or fortune during the 65 years he graced this earth? Hardly.

Everything he did, though, he did with grace, dignity, and integrity. He was just an humble, regular guy who came from modest origins. His education went no further than the ninth grade, yet he was actually an incredibly intelligent man who read voraciously and was interested in everything. He loved all animals, but especially cats :) --and they, in turn, never failed to love him back. Everyone who met him, in fact, loved him; he was easygoing, had a great sense of humor, and was always ready to lend a helping hand, without ever being asked.

He will always be the finest man I ever knew.

So, Happy Father's Day, Dad. Love you and miss you. Always.


  1. Thank you for that post, GlamKitty. My father died 30 years ago and every year Father's Day is a very bittersweet day.

  2. Sending hugs, Glam. He must have been wonderful. After all he had you, didn't he? :)

  3. Jennifer, "bittersweet" is a very good word for it. Hopefully you have as many happy memories of your dad as I do of mine. :)

    Marzie, he was quite a special guy. He was always really proud of me, too--whether or not it was deserved. :)


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