When You Comin’ Home, Dad?

Father’s Day was more than a little bittersweet for me. I had a mental block on the day for weeks leading up to it, and didn’t even buy my own dad a card (#daughterfail). I bought Husbeast a card, some ice cream, and his favorite candy toppings the night before, so, clearly, I was less than prepared. It didn’t really hit me until Sunday morning though why I was avoiding it so.


It’s my first Father’s Day without Papa Joe.


A friend texted to tell me to tell me that she was thinking about and knew it would be a day full of triggers and hard moments. And she was right. I just wasn’t ready for it. There are days I still have to remind myself that he’s gone, and I know that as his birthday approaches (July 12th), and every other major holiday, it’s going to be hard to get through each one knowing he won’t join us in the festivities or gathering.


But, as I remind myself, he is whole and healthy and cured in Heaven, and I know he is without a doubt either fishing or joking around with an old buddy or eating all the fried comfort food he could ever desire. And for that, I am happy.





And another thing that makes me smile from the inside out, is the Papa that my Husbeast is to Punkadoodle. He is everything I ever prayed for and dreamed about in a father for my children, and more. He is patient and silly and gentle and spontaneous and loving and fun and so, so, so sweet. He is a good teacher and will put anything down to read a book or give a piggy back ride or put on a princess dress. He is the best Papa, and Punkadoodle and I are quite smitten with him.



I mean, isn’t he the funnest? Photo shoots with antique swords in a princess dress, the best seat in the house for movie night, shaving cream selfies, and more! She thinks he hung the moon!


I hope you had a great Father’s Day, and if you didn’t, remember that we have a Father in Heaven who is everything we need and then some.


And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon/ little boy blue and the man in the moon/ when you comin’ home Dad? I don’t know when/ but we’ll get together then/ you know we’ll have a good time then. -Harry Chapin

{This was one of my favorite songs to sing with Daddy when I was growing up– he was Air Force and it always made me feel comforted that he was coming home. I know that’s not what the song means, but to me, that’s what the meaning was. 🙂 }



Grace and Peace,


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