For the past week and a half I have both avoided and tried to finish writing this blog post. It’s almost like if I finish it or actually put these thoughts down, that it will make an already true situation that much more real.
This will be the first Father’s Day without my dad.
It has only been one month and one week since he passed away, and it will be my family’s first holiday without him. It will be a difficult day not only for my mother, my siblings and I, but also for his grandchildren, whom he was more than just a grandfather to. Maybe next year it will be easier, or maybe it won’t be.