My dad died peacefully in April 2011 of Alzheimer's disease, one year after my mom, both of them having been afflicted for nearly a decade. As my sister and I held his hands when his spirit left his body––I know this may sound odd––but I felt true joy knowing he was reunited and restored with my mom, neither of them suffering anymore.
In June of last year while running routine errands in the grocery store, I stopped in the card aisle, intending to buy three Father's Day cards, as I had for over thirty years––one for my husband, one for my father-in-law, and one for my dad. Unexpected, deep sadness gripped me as I realized I'd never buy him a card again.
I hope my Father's Day post reaches him in heaven.
Have any of you had a similar experience? What are your Father's Day memories?
