Father’s Day is loaded for those of us who’ve lost our dads. But this day is still ours, too. My dad may not be around anymore, but the 17 years I had with him inform how I live my everyday life, and I think of him whenever I cook or listen to Van Morrison or take the long way home “so we can pass through town and check out what the people are up to.” The year before he died, the two of us had just brought groceries out to the car, but ended up sitting in the parking lot for an hour talking about life and my dad’s philosophy that kindness, a sense of fun, and the willingness to change one’s mind were the most important characteristics a person could develop. The ice cream melted but neither of us cared.
In my opinion, the best thing you can do for someone who’s lost a parent on a day like this is ask them to share their memories. That’s how we keep our loved ones alive. Love to all ❤️❤️❤️ #deaddadsclub
Here are some pictures of Italy that aren’t of my food (I mostly took pictures of my food). Though trust me when I say the lemon sorbet in an actual lemon was/is Instagram-worthy. Enjoy. #bestfriendhoneymoon