Can We Pretend That Airplanes in the Night Sky Are Like Shooting Stars?

On a day where the nation celebrates fathers and fatherhood, it’s always hard for ones who don’t have a father.

I don’t talk about my family much on this blog, as a general rule. When I do, it’s always about my mom or my brother. But I do have a dad. At least, I did.

He died when I was five.

I think of my dad often and miss him every day. Some days are harder than others, and the early years were definitely harder than the more recent ones. Most days are relatively easy now, as there have been thousands of days since his death. But days like his birthday, the anniversary of his death and Father’s Day are infinitely harder than an ordinary day.

I’d make a wish on an airplane, if I could. I’d wish for him to be happy and to be at peace, wherever he is.

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.