The Boy Knows

They say that the tough year in the mourning process is the second as the first  year a person is still in shock.  I've welcomed and adjusted to a new life, but I worry about my son.  I asked him during the week if he would like to do anything special for Father's Day, his response being, "no, I'm working."  I asked if he was okay and his response, "yeah, it doesn't bother me, it's always some dumb little thing that grabs and gets me."

I awoke early to make him breakfast before he went to work.  As I handed him his ham and eggs, "I hope I raised a good father in you. The best Dad I ever had was my Mom."  He smiled sweetly nodding his head in understanding.  He knew her too.

Happy Father's Day, Mom.  I miss you.