With Father's Day coming up this weekend, I have been getting a few feelings I thought I had sorted. June 26th will be the one year mark for Dad's passing. This will be my first Father's Day without a Father. Some days it feels easier and better and not in the forefront but I think that is when I am moving along with day to day and not really 'thinking' about anything.
So enough with my feelings and onto another thought. Why is it called Father's Day and not Dad's Day? Most people call their Dad, Dad.
Most people that is, but me growing up. I may have told this story before, but I remember my Dad always making me feel very special when we where out and about. Usually at horse shows, as we spent our summers doing that as I grew up. Where ever he was and I called he would always answer. I always wondered how he knew it was me and not some other kid screaming for their dad. Made me think he was such a good dad, he always knew when I wanted or needed him.
It was not until we were having a discussion, when I was an adult, that I found out the truth. I called him Father, even as a young child. I think it was because my Mother would always say, 'go ask your Father'. So while other kids were calling 'DAD, DAD' I was calling 'FATHER!'. That is how he always knew it was me. Kinda burst my bubble when I found out.
So much for the special connection, it was just actually me being some weird kid calling him by a more formal word. 
Would love to hear some other Father (or Dad) stories, while I remember mine with fondness and happiness and try not to let the tears come.
So enough with my feelings and onto another thought. Why is it called Father's Day and not Dad's Day? Most people call their Dad, Dad.
Most people that is, but me growing up. I may have told this story before, but I remember my Dad always making me feel very special when we where out and about. Usually at horse shows, as we spent our summers doing that as I grew up. Where ever he was and I called he would always answer. I always wondered how he knew it was me and not some other kid screaming for their dad. Made me think he was such a good dad, he always knew when I wanted or needed him.
It was not until we were having a discussion, when I was an adult, that I found out the truth. I called him Father, even as a young child. I think it was because my Mother would always say, 'go ask your Father'. So while other kids were calling 'DAD, DAD' I was calling 'FATHER!'. That is how he always knew it was me. Kinda burst my bubble when I found out.
So much for the special connection, it was just actually me being some weird kid calling him by a more formal word. Would love to hear some other Father (or Dad) stories, while I remember mine with fondness and happiness and try not to let the tears come.
