Father's Day

So, this time last year I was in the hospital with my darling Charlie. It was father's day so I bought him a cook book and a baseball cap only to turn around and have to pack it up into a suitcase and bring it back to Stephenville, without Charlie. It took moms weeks before she could unpack his suitcase from the hospital. It stayed at the bottom of the stairs and I would cry every time I would walk over it to do the laundry. I came back to Calgary hoping to get away from all the reminders of Charlie but being away from most of my family just seemed to make it worse. I had a really hard time unpacking every time I would take an item out of my suitcase it would remind me of the six weeks mom and I spent in St. John's running back and forth from the mall to the hospital trying to distract ourselves from the fact that one of the people we loved most in the whole world was seriously ill. I spent most of the day in bed yesterday hoping it would pass by while I was sleeping. I've always hated father's day in a lot of ways. My parents divorced when I was 5 so I spend most Father's Days with my momma. Now I live in Calgary and I am finally a lot closer to my Dad. Part of me is sad without Charlie and part of me is glad a I get to spend it with my Dad.