Today is Father’s Day in the UK and it would be a bit remiss of me not to dedicate today’s ramblings to my Pops. This year Pops is celebrating his 75th birthday which I can hardly get my head around so I’ve no idea how he is taking it. He is blessed so far with good health and all his faculties intact (not counting the loss of hearing in 1 ear).You will however know from previous posts he is definitely way more grumpy than he used to be – or maybe I just didn’t know him as well when we lived in the same house as I know him now. Rather ironic that now we live a 6 hour flight away from each other our timetogether can certainly count as ‘quality’ time’. This is opposed to when we lived in the UK and I would hop back at weekends and the parents were just 2 on a long list of people to see. I sent him a card which miraculously (through the joys of Moonpig.co.uk) arrived in time and I told them to go out for a pub lunch today to celebrate. After I hung up I thought that perhaps it would not be fun to be in a pub full of families celebrating together, just the 2 of them, with their family scattered across the country and the globe. We are there in spirit and as I told him this morning the Israeli crew will be doing everything we can to come back in the summer to celebrate his 75th with him.
A good friend recently reminded me of the importance of not missing celebrations and milestones with loved ones. Life is short and memories can only be made in that short time. I have already missed so many events because of money or time or simply because I live too far away. So it was this piece of advice plus the never fading homesickness that has sent me onto the internet to try to find a flight that will get us back to the grey skies of Manchester this August. I can’t think of anything nicer.
I also want to extend today’s UK Dad celebrations to my own kid’s Dad aka Aba aka husband. There is no specific Father’s Day in Israel, there’s a Family day but it’s really not the same. As someone who shirks all kinds of celebrations, especially his own birthday, I will not be splashing out on a present or even a card – he puts them back in the envelope and leaves them on a shelf (what’s that all about?). On the vague chance he figures out how to open a computer and read this I want to tell him thanks, on behalf of the childers and from me. There is not a child in the world who would not be lucky to have a father like him; ever patient, interested, kind, loving.
So for fear of slipping into soppy sentiment…oops too late, Happy Father’s Day to all Dads, here and departed. If you are as lucky as I am, take my friend’s advice too. Don’t miss a moment, life is too short.