Greetings,  dear  readers,  we are in the month of June, 2014.  It’s the month where we celebrating Father’s Day, weddings, graduations and proms.  A month of fun for sure.  It can also be a month of stress, tears and joy, quite a rollercoaster month if you ask me.

For those of you in the process of preparing for a wedding, graduation or prom, CONGRATULATIONS!

Please look beyond the bouquet, the wedding rings, the prom dresses, the pretty decorations and the fancy party stuff that comes along with all these events, and cherish every moment of it, the good and the bad.  These are the events that stay with you for the rest of your life, so make the best of it and have fun!

Its only fair that I say something about Father’s Day, as I did for Mother’s day. And just as mothers, our fathers, be it biological or otherwise, deserve to be cherished and loved as well. They won’t say it, you know, to avoid the mushy feelings and not for a moment lack the machismo that is the male species, even for a second.  As I sit here and think of my own father, I try not shed a tear.  He passed two years ago, just as my mom did, in his sleep and just before his birthday. It wasn't until he passed on I realized, how much his presence kept our family together. He was those “do-it-yourselfers”. After retiring  from the family business as a store clerk. He spent more time tinkering in literally everything, TVs, radios, refrigerators, stoves, anything electrical and his hands were dirty in them. Taking them apart, putting them back together. Started off as a hobby in his younger days. Back then, it was via a correspondence course in electrical repair, and the trial by error with the temporary electrical shock here and there, from the fingers touching something he shouldn't have (lol). He wasn't a perfect father.  He used to drink a lot, and I mean A LOT, only to come home and argue with my mother. But I see now why. It was his way of dealing with how his life was turning out to be, and he wasn't happy at all. As the years passed, he eventually gave up the alcohol and the smoking. I think that was when he accepted his fate and what his path was. Maybe it reflected an acceptance of whatever will be, will be. He was the one that first taught me how to ride a bike. The one that helped me with my long division homework.   The one that made sure I had an education to make sure I had a better life that he did.  I miss him terribly. The one thing I am certain of, is that he worried a lot as he got older, of his children, and what will happen to them, when he is no longer around. And that is what a father is and should be. And just as my mom, I do wish he was around, for me to talk to, to ask for advice about anything, everything.  There is a sense of something missing in your life, almost a feeling of abandonment and loneliness that comes with the deaths of parents. And it stings. For those of you that are fortunate to know your father, or have a father figure in your life, wish them a Happy Father’s Day this month, from you and from me too.


Until next article.......:)