The First Father's Day... of the rest of my life

… Consists of no shopping for golf balls, ties, or books on history. No picking out a funny Peanuts card, because Dad would get a laugh. No more dinners where he exclaims how great the food is, because he’s used to soup, peanut butter sandwiches, and scrambled eggs. The first with no morning phone call wishing him a great day.

But Dad, I still wish you a great day! I am 100% convinced you have a tee time waiting for you on Tuesday with some of your buddies. I also know you are checking on us frequently to see how we’re doing on floating through our troubles. Some days not so good. I think you are proud that we are learning to be more compassionate with others. And more patient with the Lord’s timetable.

My dad was and is one of the best people you could know; kind, caring, smart, and funny. And in those moments when I miss him the most—I try to be the most grateful. Grateful to have had such a great Dad for sixty-five years. I know I am lucky. I will remember the fishing trips, the golf lessons, the wisdom, his enthusiasm for life, and can-do spirit. Maybe I will start celebrating another day, “Lucky for me having such a Great Father’s Day!”