Father’s day
I lost my Dad 21 years ago when I was 25. He is never far from my thoughts, though the anniversary of his death tends to go by unnoticed because I choose to focus on his life rather than on my loss. Still, sometimes I miss him terribly, especially around Father’s day and his birthday. Even though I was an ‘adult’, 25 years is not long enough for a boy to have his dad around. My dad was not a young man, he served in a World War, married my mom late in life and was ’50 something’ when I was born. So in fairness, my Dad lived a reasonably long life, I just didn’t get to spend enough of it with him. Sometimes I’m reminded that tt could have been worse.
One of my son’s closest friends lost his father today. Shocking, tragic and unexpected. The boy is 15 and his father was only in his late 40′s, maybe 50, just a couple of years older than me. A terrible loss for the whole family, yet my thoughts keep turning to the boy. I know that being thrust into manhood and enduring one of the most difficult time periods in a young man’s life without the benefit of a father’s guidance is not unusual, but it is extraordinarily unfair.
My heart goes out to this young man. I hope that his family and his friends can help him through this loss and through life.
