Man, it would be so easy to knock Meghan McCain right now, but I’m gonna try something different. My dad has been dead almost as long as I’ve been alive. I always hated this holiday bc I felt like I was supposed to post something, but felt like I was such a bummer when I did.

I love my family, but I knew (and was often told) that I was just like my dad. So, growing up without the person you’re most like is tough. I don’t know if it’s harder to never know him or if it would have been harder to lose him. I can only say, for me, it was hard.

Anyway, when it would come around, I dreaded the social media onslaught. And as much as I thought it would be a bummer, I thought it would be sadder still if I just didn’t mention him as everyone I knew shared their dad love. I didn’t want him to be forgotten.

So, even though I would cry trying to find the right words for my stupid Instagram post, and even though I was sure I was bringing everyone down, I would do it. Who is going to celebrate what an amazing dad he is if not me?

One more small detour: I’m literally here because of my dad. The car accident that took his life- I was there, too. I was a baby, still in a car seat. That car seat should have been in the back seat but for some reason, maybe the long trip- he moved it to the front seat.

A tractor-trailer ripped through the backseat. If not for his (not recommended) move, I would have died as well.

Anyway, he was my amazing dad & who I got so much of my personality from & he saved my life. And so every year, I post something. And I would get so much love & so many comments from my dad’s family, & I realized that they needed his memory to be kept alive just as much as I did.

So, I’d offer this advice to Meghan or any other person out there who looks at Father’s Day with dread... I know it’s hard. I know you miss him. But you don’t get a lot of socially acceptable days to talk about your dead dad. Don’t run from it, embrace it.