A Father’s Day

Posted: June 16, 2013 in Bariatric surgery, family

It’s that time of year. Father’s Day is usually pretty tough for me… I think about my dad a lot, but mostly when I’m doing something that I know he would enjoy doing with me.

I think about how he never met Supportive Partner Woman. I think about how things have changed. On Father’s Day, I think about how lucky I am to have had him in my life.

This one is different, though.

This is the first one since I made the decision to have my surgery.

I find myself asking what would Dad think of this decision? Would he be proud of me for taking the steps necessary to make myself healthy or would he be disappointed in me for “taking the easy way out”?

That’s a tough question… Dad was a pretty tough guy. I was in my late 20’s before I ever saw him shed a tear. Even when my grandfather passed away, he didn’t cry that I know of, but when we had to take the dog to be put down, well, we both sobbed like little kids. I learned a lot about the guy in that moment. He wasn’t emotionless, he just kept tight rein on his feelings.

I like to think he would be proud of me for doing what needed to be done.

I hope he would’ve been.

Regardless, I miss him every day. Today is just missing him a little more.

Rest in Peace Jack F. Thompson 8/19/1935 - 9/21/2002

Rest in Peace
Jack F. Thompson
8/19/1935 – 9/21/2002

  1. Kurt Smith says:

    I miss Jack too Brian. I loved listening to him and my Dad debate about Chevy-Ford or baseball or NASCAR. I’ve never seen so many people at a memorial service before. He was a great guy.

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