I thought this was very touching and I wanted to share it with you all.
Dear Ann Landers: When my father died seven years ago, I decided to start a new tradition on Father's Day. Instead of crying over Dad every time this holiday comes around, I honor his memory by participating in one of his favorite activities.
For the first few years after Dad died that meant a trip to the track to watch the stock car races. Last year, I did something I knew Dad had always wanted to do -- I went to Poland to visit his cousins.
By doing these things, I have discovered that even though Dad is no longer with us, he is very much alive in our hearts. Simple things make me think of him -- like hearing a song he used to hum, or feeling the urge to wear black pants with a navy blue jacket. (We used to kid him about that.)
I hope other readers will use my suggestion as a way to honor their fathers, even if they are no longer alive. Instead of spending Father's Day moping around, I now get a lot of pleasure out of enjoying Dad's favorite activities, and in doing so, I have found a special peace. -- Daddy's Girl
I do not mean to imply in any way shape or form that any one is 'moping' around on fathers day, or to take away from someones grief, I just appreciated this persons take on what can be an incredibly painful day. I hope noone takes this the wrong way. I simply thought it was a nice sentiment, and having lost my mother, I can appreciate how hard the holidays are.
Dear Ann Landers: When my father died seven years ago, I decided to start a new tradition on Father's Day. Instead of crying over Dad every time this holiday comes around, I honor his memory by participating in one of his favorite activities.
For the first few years after Dad died that meant a trip to the track to watch the stock car races. Last year, I did something I knew Dad had always wanted to do -- I went to Poland to visit his cousins.
By doing these things, I have discovered that even though Dad is no longer with us, he is very much alive in our hearts. Simple things make me think of him -- like hearing a song he used to hum, or feeling the urge to wear black pants with a navy blue jacket. (We used to kid him about that.)
I hope other readers will use my suggestion as a way to honor their fathers, even if they are no longer alive. Instead of spending Father's Day moping around, I now get a lot of pleasure out of enjoying Dad's favorite activities, and in doing so, I have found a special peace. -- Daddy's Girl
I do not mean to imply in any way shape or form that any one is 'moping' around on fathers day, or to take away from someones grief, I just appreciated this persons take on what can be an incredibly painful day. I hope noone takes this the wrong way. I simply thought it was a nice sentiment, and having lost my mother, I can appreciate how hard the holidays are.