With "Father's Day" approaching, I started to wonder where he went. Not my Dad. He passed years ago and was fortunate to have lived a long and productive life.
I'm thinking about me the "Dad". I have a daughter who I came out to the beginning of this year.
When I have nights like last night when no one questioned my female presentation I know "Dad" is gone. I knew Dad was gone a couple days ago when I saw the blond in the mirror as I shopped. I knew I was her...all her.
Later on this month I will get my "Father's Day" card and phone call. I know no matter what happens I will always be "Dad". I certainly will not use the opportunity to bring the whole trans situation up again to my daughter. She has enough life to worry about!
I was thinking of getting my own card. My own little version of goodbye. Then again, a little too dramatic?
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