Last year's Father's Day was a first and a last. It was my first to celebrate as a father, and the last I would celebrate having my father alive. Here's the catch. I was in Mexico on a Missions trip and did not celebrate with either my dad or my daughter. I'd be lying if this reality didn't add to the already mixed emotions of a different kind of first Father's Day to celebrate going into this Sunday... my first Father's Day since dad's death.
All said and done, though, a great day for multiple reasons.
- I remembered dad. Again, such great memories and such a fantastic father figure that I can't get too frustrated over the 32 years of his earthly presence in my life.
- I got the coolest gift. Katylynn picked out a ridiculous M&Ms shirt for me. I wore it proudly all afternoon.
- I got to be a dad. We spent the afternoon at my aunt's swimming.
- I was supported. Whether it was text messages, phone calls, or cards, a lot of people just let me know they were thinking of me on this day. That really goes a long way.
Thank God for this thing called family. Thank you God for the family I've been blessed with.