Father’s Day 2009

Last year was John’s one and only Father’s Day.

I remember the kindness and generosity of one of the AFD firefighter’s whom after working his shift drove all the way to take care of our grass and then had a long drive home to be with his son.

I remember the dilemma prior to Father’s Day… What do you get for somebody who can’t barely get around and can’t even eat solid foods.  What can you get for somebody who very well may only have one Father’s Day in his lifetime?

I desperately wanted to make John’s Father’s Day special for him.

I got him a John Deere mug, a John Deer sign (out of desperation to get something besides drinking things), and a travel glass that had pictures of Nathaniel and John in it.  I remember finding the pics on the computer, printing them out and taping them so they’d look great.

In my defense (about the sign), I really didn’t get out much… and Atlantic Tractor is one place where I did go– we needed something(s) for the tractor.

I can’t remember if there was anything else or not… I know at one time I got him a blender and a juicer, but I don’t remember if that was for Father’s Day.

I got a “what were you thinking” look from the sign.  But he definitely enjoyed the travel glass.  To this day, it is still in our kitchen…

I don’t know that I made John’s only Father’s Day wonderful, but it is the thought that counts… right?  I do know that one very special boy gave one great man the happiest year of his life… and that is what counts…

Happy Father’s Day, John!  We love you!

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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