I am such a strong believer that everything happens when it does for a reason, whether we know what that reason is or not. The fact that Mark never got to meet my dad and vice versa is something I don't think I will ever fully understand. On our first lunch date ever, I talked to Mark a lot about my family. I can remember the exact stop light we were at when I told him that my dad is my best friend and warned him about bringing up flag football if he wasn't prepared to hear seemingly endless "glory days" stories. (Yes, I knew Mark would meet my parents after just one date... as I've said before, when you know you know.)
Mark and I have had so many conversations since we've been dating, engaged and now married about how he and my dad would have hit it off so well. A lot of times I just imagine double dates with my parents or holiday dinners with the entire family. I know Mark and my dad would have spent hours upon hours discussing sports and the meaning of life. They both have such a logical personality and I could just see the discussions that would have emerged between the two.
I often struggle with the fact that Mark may not recognize my personality traits that I have because of my dad. I can tell just by how much my mom and sister love Mark that my dad would have been more than proud of me for the man I somehow convinced to marry me. When Mark and I first started dating, I told my dad every detail of every date and conversation (sorry I'm not sorry haha). My dad laughed at some of the stories I told him about Mark before we had even started dating and I was just a girl crushing on a boy at her office. Occasionally, I will look through old text messages from my dad and let Mark see just exactly the sense of humor my dad had. While I will never be able to say Mark met my dad, I will definitely love getting to tell him story after story of the impact my dad had on my life.
On a side note, I finally mustered up the courage to share my story last week at the grief class I attend. Baby steps...