A few weeks ago, it was my father’s birthday. Although he died 38 years ago, his memory is always in my heart. And it is in these days — anniversaries, birthdays, Father’s Day — that his memory comes to life again with more intensity, with more pain, with more emotions. It is in these days when we remember once more how much we miss our loved one.
As the head of my family, my father was the source of strength and stability. When I lost him, I felt something of me had gone with him. For many years, I needed to find that strength, that advice than only a father can give. It wasn’t until I chose the path to help others as they grieve the loss of a loved one that I was able to transform that underlying grief into a personal and spiritual growth.
Today, on my 39th Father’s Day without my dad, I want to take the opportunity to honor our fathers and pay tribute to their memories. Rejoice with that memory knowing that your father will always have a loving place in your heart.
Papa, Happy Father’s Day.Tags: grief, hope