Glennalicious

I never gave Father's Day more than a moment's thought when my dad was alive. Except for the very last one, which was a couple of days before he died.

They've meant a little bit more to me since then. Too bad it didn't dawn on me sooner.

(Hug) I know where you're coming from. Mom's been gone for quite some time but it's nice to remember.

Mom was, well, bi-polar and growing up was a bit of a roller-coaster ride. Sure there were downs but the ups were pretty spectacular - the impromptu road trips (which drove my teachers insane), the long talks about how life is supposed to be enjoyed not endured.

Other kids had moms who stayed home, baked cookies, went to PTA. I had one who smoked, drank, swore, loved a good dirty joke and generally equiped me for (thank Jebus) every bump life has sent me so far.

Peace, G.

I can relate. Since my Mom died (a little over two years ago), every Mother's Day (and all of the ads I see before each one, telling me what to buy "for mom!") is salt in the wound.

I still send my dad birthday cards. The cards end up somewhere, and usually in the hands of someone who understands the message. Dad gets the message too, eventually, I'm certain of it.