Losing my dad is tough. I looked to him for laughs, love, and advice (most of which I ignored,). When he passed, I didn’t know what to do. My dad actually made strangers happier, made their lives better and brighter, I can’t count the number of people who knew him and who loved him deeply for the joy he brought them, and who have a little bit of him living inside them now that he’s gone. They loved him enough to make sure his daughters would be okay.
But most of all there is his family, the family that he was the undisputed patriarch of. I have a grandson who likes to stand with his hands clasped behind his back, just like my dad, because my dad is inside of him. So, in addition to honoring my dad by remembering him, please pay tribute by doing something like planting a plant or flower. Let him know that we learned something from him, that we love him, and that we’ll never forget what he taught us. This may sound like the end of the story, and it is in one respect: Dad is no longer here on this earthly plane and I can't change that fact. My Dad is with me. I feel his love, approval and the joy we shared in life. I love you and miss you dad and always will.