Father's Day. People tell me it "gets easier every year," but that hasn't been my experience. Trouble is, I keep thinking it WILL get easier, and so get bowled over when it's not.
This year, I was in Manhattan for work, with the rare gift of total anonymity.
I went for a run on the High Line, walked the city, took in a magnificent sunset, and ate dinner alone. In the absence of expectation to engage with people, I engaged with memories of my childhood in New York. And in those memories, I found my dad's company.
Sometimes, I just need to be reminded that grief and solace both come in many forms.
