Today I had appointments. Sunday is Father’s Day. I have quickly lost track of the entire month of June.
Sunday is not sad so much any more…the kids and I are adjusting…but the old habits keep creeping back up on me. I go to the store and catch myself trying to decide what to make David for Father’s Day brunch. The kids saying how much they felt they ‘needed’ to make western ribs this weekend…we don’t even eat red meat any more…but because it was their Dad’s favorite. He loved to grill. Well, no. He loved to have grilled food, LOL. He started the grill and then the rest was mine. Which was totally the correct move because he was an impatient chef and cooked before the fire was ready.
No ribs this weekend. No lemon meringue pie or a fancy brunch.
It seems empty somehow without those things. But he is remembered this weekend. And missed.