First Father's Day without my Dad

Father's Day was yesterday - and, really, I didn't forget. It was all too much on my mind...

It was the first one that I would not call home and say, "Hey Pops! Happy Father's Day!" Since my Dad passed on back in March, little things would crop up out of no where and make me tear up. Although I haven't seen him a whole lot over the years, he was always special to me in a lot of ways. We share a off-center sense of humor, and a love of bizarre notions. Reading the morning newspaper, we both turn to the comics before reading anything else. We always loved Laugh-In and laughed uproarishly while mom calmly knitted and her only comment would be "Tsk-tsk." I look a bit like him, and a lot like his father.

I called Mom yesterday instead. It wasn't quite the same, but I guess it never will be. I'll miss that Old Guy.