It’s hard to believe this is the third Father’s Day without my dad. It’s supposed to get easier, right? Well, I found myself missing Dad just as much today as I did the first year and the second. I missed giving him a hug and kiss, and some token present or card (my father never really bought into the “Hallmark Moment” thing) which Dad accepted graciously, but somehow I always knew that the gesture had more significance for me than for him.

I’ve written about my father in this Blog before, so I am going to keep this posting short. My father was a kind, generous, and hard working man. He gave without expecting anything in return and taught me not by his words, but by his actions. My father was also an outstanding basketball player in his youth and well into his late 30s. And in keeping with the basketball metaphor, one of his favorite sayings both on the court and off, was “Shoot Your Best Shot.”

I am trying to follow that advice.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. You are dearly missed.

With love from Lisa

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