father's day.

father's day.

it's bittersweet.  not the first alone, but then again, it doesn't change the way i feel.  it's not that coping with the day gets easier, i've just changed my form of attack.  last year i was home with mom.  this year, i spent it with my uncle and visited my grandpa.

significant-male-role-model-in-your-life day.

i was listening to the radio on friday and the deejay was so jovial while talking about not having his father around to celebrate.  i know it is part of the persona he has to keep for his line of work, but i wonder if there really is hidden emotion, sadness, etc.  does it get easier?

they keep saying so.  i'm waiting.

i did exactly what my father would have loved to do father's day weekend though.  i visited gardens, nurseries, tested my plant knowledge, ate a rueben, etc.  spending it with my uncle definitely kept the spirit of my dad alive.  his mannerisms, his passions, everything.  so many times i found myself saying, "oh my god.  he and dad are so alike!"

anything to hold on to, i suppose...