Father's day is one of my three saddest days of the year along with March 14 (the day of my dad's funeral) and October 20 (my dad's birthday). If you've been reading my blog for a while you'll know that he died when I was 8 years old and I spent a long time grieving. Last year I started seeing a counsellor to deal with my issues surrounding him as it had been 13 years since he died and I was still holding on too tightly.
This is what I do know about my dad: he was born in 1962, was a very active & sporty person who loved swimming & going to the football. He was passionate. He loved Jimmy Barnes & Cold Chisel. He had his own business as a master painter. His sister died when he was 5 and his dad died when he was 8. And most of all he was an incredible dad to my brother & I.
Last year I found the eulogy for his funeral written by my Uncle Robert (his brother) who sadly passed away two years ago and this is what one of the paragraphs said: One Sunday morning Craig decided he wanted out of Prince Henry and escaped in his wheel chair down Anzac Parade on the way to Coogee beach to watch Erin and Tom in the Minnows. If it wasn't for the diligence of one of his carers he would have made it.
He was strong and even though his body was weak in the last year of his life, his mind wasn't. I definitely get my strength of mind & stubbornness from him.
Although it's hard to think about all the moments he never got to be there for like my graduations and all the moments he won't be there for in the future like my wedding or the days my kids are born I have to just remember to be grateful for the time we did have together because 8 years of perfection is worth holding on to and remembering. ♥