This was my first Father’s Day without my dad.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel today. In fact, I knew this whole month would be a bunch of numbers to me:
11 (June 11- 6 month anniversary of his death)
13 (June 13- 6 months since funeral)
19 (June 19- 6 months since his U.S. service)
and today, June 17. Father’s Day.
Not to my surprise, I was a bit sad.
I enjoyed the day with the kids and Daddy Roo.
The kids and I made him blueberry smoothies this morning (our neighbor has been practically begging for us to pick them off their bushes).
And we honestly didn’t do much during the day but work in the yard, fold laundry, run to the store and spend 1.5 hours waiting on Little Roo to go to sleep. (hooray that he finally went to sleep)
After dinner, we went to one of those frozen yogurt places where you serve yourself and add whatever toppings you like.
About those errands I ran today? I kept forgetting things. I forgot to write them on my list. While I was out I talked with Daddy Roo about getting them and I STILL forgot them. Luckily he understood that my mind just wasn’t all there today.
Earlier this morning I had a little cry to get it out. I uploaded this picture onto Facebook. It was our last time enjoying Costa Rica together back in 2005. We grew up going to Costa Rica, but it was our first time visiting the volcano Arenal.
The last times I was in Costa Rica, I first visited my dad in a hospital bed, then the next visit I rode behind his casket to his resting place. I like to remember the time in this picture above. When he walked without a cane, when he was stronger, healthier.
In less than two weeks, I’ll be in Costa Rica again. Seeing my family, traveling the country and visiting his gravesite again. Except this time there will be a headstone and the grass will have grown over the fresh dirt.
I’m sure he’ll be watching everyone meet the kids. I just wish he were still here in Earth so he could be the one making introductions.