Father's Day.

Sometimes I get the most beautiful feeling

when I see the other kids on Father's Day whose dads aren't there.

When we secretly identify with each other, and feel that muted pain.

For a few precious moments, you understand each other.

You would think about the times when you hugged your grandparents,

and realized that in that moment,

that's the closest you'll ever come to hugging your father.

Or when your mom decided you were old enough to go to school on

Father's Day in the first place,

and then watched everyone else make cards.

Your eyes water just a little bit, and you flash back to your

faded old memories, few and far between....

Then you pick back up, and carry on.

Atleast it's bearable when you're not all alone.