The first Father's Day without my dad-- remembering he spent 5 mos in hospice, and I knew, when he left there, I wouldn't see him again. I miss his wisdom, his jokes-- he died 5/17/07. The tears have been in my eyes for the past 6 mos, I saw what was coming. Talking to my sister and brother in law helps- they were with him everyday. They live in FL, I am in CA. I spent a week with dad, but I had to return to CA. I would call him everyday. But it is hard to watch someone be so sick , so long, and be aware of these changes. But Father's Day merely pulls open the wound. It will take time, but I still wish it was a bad dream. Mom died 3 yrs ago, my husband travels a lot. A good friend told me about Daily Strength, so I will try to rebuild here.