Finding comfort

It's that time of year again. Father's day rolls around and I find myself needing to seek comfort in others. This year is particularly difficult. Probably because I'm away from home for the first year ever and won't be spending it with my mom. Maybe because for the first time, I'm going to be observing it. Howie's been so wonderful to me, and for that reason alone will I sit through any dinner or brunch and observe with him. Maybe it has to do with the knowledge that for the first year since he died, I will sit at my father's grave on a day when I should be making him breakfast and buying him the requisite tie or world's best dad coffee mug. All I know is that I'm in need of hugs and comfort foods.