Today marks the third anniversary of my dad’s death. Three years. Crazy.
I always get a bit depressed about a week before this anniversary, and yet, it still takes about 3 days of feeling blue and on edge and crappy before I remember why. It doesn’t help that this anniversary occurs during sweeps month which means lots of people sick and dying, or almost dying, and lots of hospital scenes on TV. Guess I’ll have all that to look forward to until the end of time.
So, I was gonna write a bunch about him today, and now it’s gotten late and I don’t want to get myself all worked up right before I try to sleep. I don’t need more tears this week, though he deserves each and every one I have to shed. He would rather me laugh and smile when I think of him, and maybe eat a cookie. He was a good dad like that. 
So, that’s the picture, a few of his favorite candies. Cookies, candies, chili cheese dogs, and Dairy Queen. That’s what he would have lived on if he could. So, today, in honor of him, Bald Man and the kids and I downed a good portion of that carton of Whoppers. They were one of his favorites. At their ages, sharing a few of his favorite treats is a fun way to share a bit of their grandpa with them. Besides, it’s too cold to take them golfing. 
Love you, Daddy.
can’t bite into a carefully disguised frosting covered sponge without thinking of him.
I was going to say, “Mmm, chili cheese dogs, I would have liked your dad.” But then I read Jack’s comment and now I am not so sure. Heh.
Jack: I do believe that was my mom’s ruse (she made the cake), not dad’s, though I’m sure he laughed when you tried to eat it. And really, I hope you’re not coming across that situation too often these days!
Sheila: You would have! He had a great sense of humor. Even on the days when you could tell that he had no energy or anything left to give, he would use whatever he could muster up to crack a joke.
And he was an accounting and finance man for many of his Air Force years, so you guys could’ve made fun of us mere number-challenged mortals together. 
I seem to remember it being your dad who talked me into trying it becuz, having been in your house, I was hesitant. Your mom just stood by quietly and took pictures.
Hmmm….you’re probably right, there. Mom was always about recording the embarrassments for posterity’s sake. I think I still have that photo. I believe you were in your tight perm phase at that point.
i’m sure i was stylin’.
every time we go to dairy queen and I see a picture of chili dogs I immediately think of him. without fail. I miss him a great deal..as do the rest of the “guys” here in this house. I will always remember his kindness and sense of humor. miss him more than you know.
Lisa: He is very miss-worthy. We always toast our chili dogs to him when we have them. You’ll have to join us in it next time you’re here! We can miss him together.
Oh. I feel so bad for having missed giving you a hug last week. Here’s a BIG HUG x 100.
Hsien: Thanks…for…the….pythonic….hug…really….