To the fathers buried beneath the earth and risen above the clouds. To the fathers reduced to dust and ashes. The ones that left too soon.
To the fathers loved fiercely and missed with a magnitude greater than the sun and the moon and the stars.
For the great ones, the funny ones, the strong ones, and the brave ones. The ones remembered always, with both a tear and a smile.
This is for you, the fathers in heaven, the ones we would have kept forever. The ones we were lucky to have, if only for a short and delicate time.
The fathers who won’t get cards or physical gifts but instead will get remembrance, memorials and one-sided celebrations. The ones so special and unique even their absence cannot stop their love and influence. The ones worth missing.
To you, precious fathers in eternity, somewhere out of our reach, we say: Happy Father’s Day. Thank you for loving us so boldly, even in your absence.
You are missed, always.
You are loved, always.
You are celebrated. Your absence doesn’t change the blessing you are. You may be celebrated differently now that you’re gone, but you are celebrated.
We will say your name. We will talk about you. We will remember you. We will celebrate, honor and admire the father we were so lucky to have.
It will hurt and it will ache but we are yours and you raised us to be strong and independent and built with courage.
Happy Father’s Day to the fathers gone too soon.
We are your legacy and we are the luckiest, the absolute luckiest because we had a father like you.
xox, Chels
