I can’t believe that this is my 10th Father’s Day without my papa. Growing up, he was my hero and my best friend. We would watch telly together (our favourite was The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air) or go to the cinema. We traveled around the world and he took me to my first West End musical. He was the official chauffeur of the household, and spent half of my high school years driving me and my friends around.
While I try to make Father’s Day special for my husband, there is a part of me that cannot shake the sadness. I wish I could see my dad, or call him to wish him a happy day. His love and support helped shape me into the person I am today. More than anyone, he was my guiding force.
My greatest regret in life is that my children do not know their grandpa Peter. They have no experience of his kindness or generosity. They don’t know what his loud, booming laugh sounds like. And they will never feel his arms hug them with love. But I am so grateful that I know these things, that I have so many memories of a wonderful dad.
For those of you also missing your father today, and all the days, hold on to your memories. We are lucky to have them.