father’s day
A hundred million years ago I was born on June 21st. That year June 21st was also Father’s Day. Everyone expected that I would be a daddy’s girl, and I tried. But I have been full of disappointment for him. From time to time he’s sniped bitterly that I am just like my mother. Which I suppose must be at least half true.
He has been full of disappointment for me as well, so in that respect life is fair. After catching the lip of his rage time and again I let him go, bobbing and lapping over the horizon. The break widens and time drives the hardest bargain.
Ever since I nudged him out of my life I haven’t celebrated his half of our holiday. I haven’t done anything else with it, just waited for the moment to pass. It’s more complicated than flipping an uneaten pancake into the trash or slipping green beans to the dog. It’s a vacation you’ll never take, a job you’ll never love, a roof with an unfixable leak. You might wish for something different once a year or twice a week or whenever it rains, but mostly you think of other things.
Oh so sad. You know, I disappoint my father too, but he loves me anyway. It wasn’t your fault.
Not much to say, just lots of hugs for you. And bacon and cookies if you’d like them.
Sending you a hug.
I’m so sorry. I hope you got through the day and that today is much, much better. Happy birthday to you.
sending you happy thoughts.