I lost my dad when I was 6, and this holiday has always been daunting. I know it's just a date on a calendar, but one can't help but notice the shops fill up with cards, gift bundles, advertisements. I know this stems from childhood/grade school - no one's fault in particular. It was less common to see widowed or divorced families in the community I was apart of, and that was easily forgotten when family/parent related holidays came up. It's little things, like who do you make a card for when 30 of your classmates are scribbling away with their crayons to their fathers and you (nor your teacher) know who exactly you should be writing to, or if the activity at all is appropriate. It was a societal construct of asking "what does your father do for a living". It was watching little girls on the shoulders of men towering over their mothers. It was daddy-daughter related anything. The list goes on. All those things stacked on top of each other over the years, and I'm an adult now. Obviously one holding onto a lot of unresolved grief, I can be the first to admit that. Any secret ninja grief tips out there for today? Best wishes xx