Father's Day

Just squeaking this in before Father's Day rolls over. For the first time that I can remember, I didn't spend the day with my Dad. My traditional brunch BBQ gave way to a weekend with hubby at the cottage. Although it sounds decadent, it was anything but idyllic; we worked our tacos off! Having this little piece of paradise doesn't come without costs - of all kinds. But that is another post for another day.

One of my first thoughts this morning was that it was Father's Day ... and the thought clung to me throughout the day. As I enjoyed my coffee this morning, leaning back in my Muskoka chair wondering where the birds had gone, I thought "I'll have to ask Dad about this. He'll know". I hear his voice in my head when I spot something beautiful in nature; his enthusiasm for spotting a red tailed hawk or a cardinal rivals that of a rock star sighting.  I was clearing brush and I could hear his advice - don't leave those little stumps there for someone to trip on. It went - and goes - on and on.

When you are as intertwined as we are with our father, his very presence is woven into every day. After half a century of accumulated life lessons dispensed by a father who achieved much, set the bar high, expected alot of himself and kids - and believed in us even more, and modeled living life fully, it is only natural that he would be my hero. He takes up big real estate in my heart and life. I love saying that my greatest teacher was/is my dad.

And for a man who is so pivotal and important in my life, we need more than a day to celebrate him.