Last February just after my father-in-law Jon died, Brad and the boys came up with an idea: every year on June 23, Jon’s birthday, we’d celebrate Papa Day.While my personal childrearing philosophy has always revolved around the “one activity per day” theory, Jon’s was the opposite. His sole ambition when the grandkids were in town was to pack in as much fun as possible, from dawn till dusk…and beyond.
And so that’s exactly what the four of us did on June 23. We golfed. We ate junk food. We watched movies. We ate more junk food. We hiked and lit sparklers and went out for burgers and fries. We told stories in the blanket fort and tickled and chased and wrestled to exhaustion.
I won’t say Jon’s birthday this year wasn’t a hard day. The hours unfolded bittersweet, with a heart heaviness none of us could quite shake. But yet, as we played miniature golf, sipped root beer floats and tucked into the blanket fort with flashlights in hand, there was comfort in celebrating the Papa we love and miss so much.
Do you have any special ways of celebrating your loved ones? I'd love to hear.
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