Happy Father's Day To My Fellow Orphaned Daddy's Girls
This Father's Day is my third without my pops and I miss him so much. I lost him 2009 after a long battle with cancer. As Joan Didion put it, "...grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it." Grieving sucks, but you take it one day at a time until it morphs into something manageable. I'll never not be sad that my Dad isn't around anymore, but with each day I try to find a way to honor his memory and be the best I can be. Being a part of the blog world and the beauty writing business, I get a lot of emails from publicists. The Father's Day pitches start rolling in about three weeks beforehand- so it's never quite as jarring as it might be for others, but it means I can never just roll right through it unnoticed. I get so much advanced warning for various holidays via the PR circuit, I have some time to process and put on a game face by the time Father's Day actually rolls around. I jokingly refer to myself as an orphan, which is probably a bit offensive to any actual orphans, but it just gets me through the day. I have quite a few friends who have lost a parent in the past few years- and I just want you guys to know that my thoughts are with you and it will get better. I'm not a religious person. I don't believe in an afterlife of any kind- but I am so thankful that for 26 years I had the best Dad a girl could ever hope for and as much as I would love to see his face, hear his laugh or fight with him over politics- I am just happy that I had him for the time that I did. I can only hope that when I have kids of my own that the legacy will continue.