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Today was Reed's first Father's Day as a father and the first time I've been unable to ignore the day since Boo is in the world. It's funny, I never usually acknowledge Father's Day to anyone else, but I always find myself thinking of how different life would be if dad were still here. Missing him happens at odd moments. I find I typically don't even notice on the days I'm supposed to. I never remember the day he died. Or his birthday. Those were not things the family did. I find long car trips (which we did often) choke me up. And camping. And now Betsy.

As always, I find our formal social rituals pretty unhelpful - the substance of what they mean to capture is, however, always present in my life. I miss my father every day.

Posted by karen at June 15, 2003 12:00 AM