Image: Me and my superhero dad, Wayneo
On Father’s Day we celebrate the special dads and father figures in our lives. We buy them nice things and spend time with our kids, making handmade cards and macaroni wrists bands to show our dads and husbands how much we love them.
We also recognise and remember the dads who are no longer with us.
But what about the dads who have lost a child? Like my dad. How do they feel on Father’s Day?
My dad lost his only son, my brother, four years ago this November. Alcohol addiction took Ryan’s life at 34. So Father’s Day for my dad is gut-wrenching. For a better word; it sucks. It’s a reminder of what my parents have lost.
Image: Me, Dad and my beautiful brother Ryan in 2010
As kids we always assumed dads were like superheros: invincible, unbreakable and could never be beaten down. So today, I’d like to think of all the beautiful, warm, loving, funny and caring dads in Adelaide who have been beaten down and have been broken and aren’t invincible. These dads are extra special. They are real superheros.
And today, I’m sending all my love, to you.
Image: My dad with Ryan