So it’s fathers day in the US and UK today, and my timelines on twitter and other social media have been telling me about it for days. On days like this I miss my dad so much it hurts. Don’t get me wrong, I love reading about other peoples love for their parents and kids, but even after ten years the grief is just under the surface. I can’t even imagine how my mom feels.
My dad was a special guy. He was warm and funny and loving. He told bad jokes and loved puns. He had flaws like anyone, he had a real need to take care of everything to the extent that when he died my mom and I had to puzzle out everything financial and practical for the first time ever. He never thought me being a girl was a hinder in doing practical stuff though. I learned to paint and tile and use power tools early. I can safely say everyone who knew him loved him. I miss him every day.
Frk Johansens adventures in home improvement 