Fathers/Daze

Today was my first fatherless Father's Day.

We are in such an unsettled state that the holiday, such as it is, passed without much ado. But it dawned on me that having lost my dad, and Zach's dad, and the only grandfather I ever knew, I won't have cause to celebrate Father's Day again until Zach and I become parents ourselves.

And that just reminded me that any children we have will never know their grandfathers—at least not firsthand.

My dad carried that same sadness with him for more than 50 years, from the time his own father died.

Now it is mine to bear.