Father's Day

This Sunday is going to be a little rough. Rather, a lot rough. You see, it's the first Father's Day without my dear dad. We would usually have lunch with my in-laws and then head over to my parents' for dinner.

I will be celebrating my husband's fatherhood and delighting in his neverending love and patience for our little boys, but at the same time I will be thinking of my dad. I miss my dad every single day but this Sunday, maybe a little more poignantly.

Here is my dad enjoying his youngest grandchild, my little one:

I don't remember what we got him for Father's Day last year, or what we ate, or what we talked about. I had no idea he only had another couple of weeks left to live. My heart breaks at the lost moments I wish I could remember, but someday, I know I will get to see my dad again. Until then, happy father's day, daddy. I love you.