Empty

This is the first Father's Day I haven't had mine around. I thought the pain had gone but it was just hiding, a monster under the bed that nobody can chase away. I'm trying to keep busy today, moving around, not standing still for too long because that's when my mind wanders and my heart finds that empty spot that's never going to fill in.
   See? Did it just now. Crap.

Here's what I said at my father's memorial.

And here's what happened after his funeral.

Gotta keep moving...