Of course Fathers Day was going to be a challenge. Both of my children are adults. That makes the issue of the recent loss of my husband more complex but definitely still present.
My son teaches High School and coaches soccer, so the weekend agenda began with the World Cup Games. That was a great help. He enjoyed himself watching expected and unexpected victories while my daughter and I drifted in and out, participating as the tenor of the games dictated.
Saturday night we all went to dinner at a great restaurant that the four of us had visited many times with bitter-sweet memories. Sunday my daughter’s mission was to fulfill a promise she had made to her Dad – to dress our one-year-old cat in the jersey of her dad’s favorite college team. Around this activity I tried to make quiches for “brunch.”
The two required trips to the college gear store (of course the first jersey didn’t fit!) kept both my son and me engaged with my daughter for the rest of the afternoon. Brunch turned into dinner as we settled in for a World Cup game (the quiches surprisingly delicious dispite the disruptions).
All-in-all, the weekend was successful as we all came together and created new memories. It will not be easy for a long time, and maybe never, but we will keep walking those new paths as a family.