Oh blessed Father’s Day 10 years ago.
The moment is vivid in my mind…the scent of his Old Spice still seems to cavort in my nostrils. No handshake this year, I thought to myself as I embraced him and was hugged in return. “I love you Dad,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Alan,” he said.
I kissed my Father’s cheek and stepped back, seeing his tears through my tears–what a wonderful moment. My Father is gone now but not that moment. It will live on in my memory and continue with its own life after I am gone.
Oh blessed Father’s Day, oh blessed Father…