I Miss My Dad
I miss my dad today. Not because it's Father's Day in a couple of days, though I'll miss him then too. I miss my dad because my Coleman stove is broken, and I don't know how to fix it. And of course who do I want to call to ask about it? My dad.
He could fix anything. Well, he tried at least. He was an engineer... old school. He loved taking things apart and putting them back together. And he taught me to too. He taught me to change a tire when I was around twelve years old. He taught me not to be afraid of taking things apart in order to fix them. And so when my heart broke into so many pieces after he died so suddenly and unexpectedly 16 years ago, I gently held all the pieces for as long as I needed in order to figure out how to put my life back together again.
So to any of you who are missing your dad as Father's Day approaches, I'm going to go and figure out how to take apart my Coleman stove and put it back together again, and then I'm going to light it... for our dads, and us, who miss them.