I woke up this morning feeling heavy and sad and realized that’s because it’s Father’s Day. This is a hard one for me, because I ended my relationship, for all intents and purposes, with my Dad a few years ago. I realized (after being shown many many times and somehow missing it) that he wasn’t the man I thought he was, and that I wasn’t prepared to have a relationship with the person that he really is. It sucks. And today it has me wondering: when a relationship ends painfully, is there ever a way to reclaim any of the good memories? Or will it be forever shadowed? When you realize a person is dishonest, it’s hard to look back without questioning everything, and going down that road doesn’t lead to anywhere good. So today I will try to remember the bike rides, pancakes shaped like M’s and endlessly quoting Top Gun together and not the other, ugly stuff. For those of you with awesome Dads, enjoy today. And for those of you who have lost yours for whatever reason, I see you and send you love.