I’ve been dreading F day all week. It’s not just because of my husband’s death; it also has to do with my Step-Father’s death. They were both young and it hardly seems possible.
At the same time, I was determined to make the best of it for my children’s sake. I’d planned to take the boys to the movies in the afternoon. It seemed like a good way to occupy their minds. It was first things, first this morning; I had a run to complete.
The weather was glorious. It was sunny but cool when I grabbed my gear and drove to meet up with Cindy and Fred. I drove and thought to myself, so far – so good. Then, I turned on the radio to hear all of the Father’s Day radio shows and commentary. *sigh*
I give up; there was no use fighting it. We’d chosen to meet up in a quaint little town nearby. The neighborhood is well to do with great shopping, restaurants and coffeehouses. All around me were families parading around their Father’s on his special day.