A few months ago, our family lost it’s matriarch.  As hard as it was, our family is amazing.  We gathered, mourned the loss, and tried to move forward with grace and gratitude.  At a time like that you spend a lot of time focused on mothers and grandmothers, but one thing I noticed was the support and brilliance of my father and grandfather.  During that time  — all of the family racing in from every corner of the country, my father trying to keep funeral arrangements moving forward, and my grandfather letting family take over his house — I was in awe of their love, kindness, and truly giving hearts.

This was a time when each of them was mourning their own loss, but they always made sure that we felt loved and included us in all aspects of the memorial service.

My father and I both gave eulogies at my grandmother’s service, and he was brilliant.  He gave a beautiful speech filled with love and humor and truly captured my Nana’s spirit.  What was even more evident to me was how much I am like my father.  Right down to our turn of phrase and hand gestures.

I always knew we were alike. . .

We talk about our careers the same way.  We get carried away by ideas — we can turn the Poultney Sidewalk Sales into the World’s Fair in no time.  We set goals like twins.  And of course, any hobby is only complete with a gadget or two to make it more fun.

Living across the country it can be easy to forget how closely connected we are.   However, when any big decision comes along he is one of the first people I go to for guidance, advice, and overall enthusiasm.  He lives his life with morals and joy.  I admire him so much.  Even at 31 years old, sometimes you still just need your Dad.  So on this day of celebrating fathers, I have to say. . .

I love you dad.  Happy Father’s Day.  You are the best.