Father’s Day No Matter What

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Hallmark-Father’s Day has come and gone.  This is the third year in a row that I haven’t scrutinized drugstore greeting cards, inspecting unknown artists’ sentimental renderings to share with my dad.  If I sound cynical it’s not because I think Father’s Day is primarily a shrewd marketing campaign whereby Hallmark profits matter most.  I’m disenchanted because my PaPa is no longer here to share a sappy Hallmark card with. [Insert river-crying emoji]  

A loving, kind earth father is rare.  I was blessed with one. [Thankfully, we ALL have a loving, kind heavenly Father.]  But, loving, kind, compassionate earth father’s are rare indeed.

If my Papa had been here on Father’s Day this year I would have done something different.  I would forego the drugstore card aisle and do something all my own, like author my own greeting:

Dear Papa,

Happy Father’s Day — eternally — no beginning, no end. 

Your kindness, thoughtfulness, quiet nature and laughter are ingrained.  Your passion, compassion, and rich, rich, rich soul…never forgotten.  I miss your gentle energy filling the room.  I miss you.  


The last three years, I’ve frowned past the Hallmark aisle, cynically-saddened.  Father’s Day is stupid…only Hallmark cares about the third Sunday in June, $$$…nobody else cares.  

But this year, I put cynicism to rest.  Every day is Father’s Day if you have or had a wonderful earth Dad (and if you celebrate The heavenly Father).  

No more greetingless third Sundays in June.  I’m sending custom-designed greetings straight into heaven and beyond from now on.

We all miss our [great] Dads who are no longer here in June and every other day too.  If Hallmark aisles remind you about your loss, try what I did and write your own [sappy], spiritual greeting.  

RIP to all.  We will miss you until we see you again, with Jesus.

Thank you for reading!

Love, Shelley

In other news:


Here she is as of June 25:

You may notice the paper has a honeycomb texture.  I chose this texture because it was all I had in the basement.  But it’s turning out to be a good “accidental” experiment.  The honeycomb prevents over erasing and too much tip pressure.  One thing is for sure, my pace is that of a snail. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]

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