Father's Day without your dad
 
      Written by my mother, Belinda Cross, for Fathers’ Day 2020: This is my first Father’s Day without my dad.   It’s bittersweet…in a weird kind of way.  At one moment, grief comes out of nowhere that creates a well of tears in my eyes.  The next moment, a memory engulfs my heart that stretches into a big smile.  It’s just plain odd how that happens.  There is no warning and no explanation.  Just boom!  It happens.  And I never know which emotion it will be.  I simply cannot explain it.  I do want to explain something that I do know, but first, let me tell you about my dad. My dad was the wisest man I have ever known, and I didn’t hesitate telling him that.  He loved me and I loved him in a way that is impossible to explain.  He made sacrifices for me that I understand more and more as I grow older.  Now, he is gone.  I miss talking to him…daily.  I miss riding to Louisville with him…and talking all the way.  I miss eating lunch with him.  I miss my dad’s comfort when I’m worried or ...
 
