my dad died.
some days hurt more than others.
some days he's farther away, some closer.
my siblings and i "celebrate" him on this day by going to the restaurant he died in, sitting where he sat that night and eating what he ate. the waitress who was there the night he died has been there every year when we go back. she's very kind and gets tear-y every time she sees us.
2 comments:
i love this picture of your dad. that's exactly how i always remember him!
me too, actually!
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