Fairmont State University - Fairmont, West Virginia
Today is Easter. To me, holidays have always been about my father. Because I did not grow up living with my father, holidays (especially Easter) gave us a chance to play together.
As a child, this was our time to ski or run together. As an adult, this was our time to share a day, a meal, a drink, a laugh.
I deliberately aligned myself with my father. I shadowed him. I shared my highs and lows with him. And in the end, I carried him.
In his own way, my father proved to me, that I was loved. In return, that told me that I was worthy of love.
Today, on the first holiday since his passing, I am at Fairmont State University - his old college stomping grounds.
I am crying because I miss him. I am crying harder because I wish I took the trip while he was still with us.
I want to walk beside him. I want him to show me where he studied, where he ate, where he slept, where he played.
I love you Dad.
Happy Easter everyone. Happy Easter...