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
