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Holidays are the hardest. The first Fathers Day after my Dad died was terrible for me. My hubby asked me to go visit his parents that day and I told him I wasn't ready. His Mom called to invite me and said, "Well, Paul can be your Dad now!" I hung up on her and then called back to blast her with my feelings.
When I get really down, I remember my Dad's laugh, the way he loved to tell jokes and have fun. I still celebrate Fathers Day for him, he's just not here physically. I see my Dad's spirit in my son and embrace that!
Hold the memories of your Mother close and be happy that you had her! Do the best you can and let's all help each other get through the ups and downs.
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 SANDY
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