For me father's day will always be a true understanding of the word bittersweet.
In a rather odd twist to the circle of life,
my first father's day as a father,
was my first father's day without my father.
They say a man does not understand death,
until he loses his father.
Does a man not understand life,
until he becomes a father?
Should I be sad for what I have lost?
I have no more remorse for the fears,
than I have for the joys.
Should I be happy for what I have gained?
I have no more regret for the tears,
than I have for the laughter.
The death of my father marked the end of a journey,
a time when nothing seemed to matter.
It was the worst of times.
I felt so tired I thought I would die.
The birth of my daughter marked the start of journey,
and everything seemed to have a purpose.
It was the best of times.
I had so much energy I felt I could fly.
Twenty years have past since my daughter was born,
and my father passed away.
I look back on things I read, and things I wrote.
I do not always have a clear destination in mind,
but I feel sure of my journey.
To appreciate the journey, is to appreciate life.
First published in 2010 for the now defunct website Associated Content, I collected some thoughts gathered over the years to write a father's day reflection in the form of the poem as it appears here. The personal photograph is of me and my father. For those of you old enough to remember, I am holding my "Beanie Boy" doll from the Beanie and Cecil Show.
Original poem, thoughts, and photos, the property of Tom Peracchio. Reposting or reusing content on other sites is just plain rude.