I Miss My Dad

This is the first Father's Day I've been without the father I grew up with as an adopted child. My mother sent me some of his ashes a few months ago that I was going to spread at sea, and I still carry him in my bag. I've tried to let him go, but I can't. Not yet. I didn't realize it would be this difficult. I knew he was sick and on his way out the door, and I thought I prepared myself enough to be able to say goodbye, but it's more difficult than I expected.

I know a lot of you have gone through this and I now know exactly what it feels like. It's my turn.