Several of my friends and I
are part of a horrible group...
we have all lost our fathers.
It is a really sucky group to be a part of.
Yesterday marked 6 years
since my daddy died.
He was such a foodie and great cook.
So, when he was in the hospital and said,
"I know just what I want to eat when I get out of here"
we immediately thought,
"Yea, steak, veggies, red wine, and then a beer."
He said, "Fruit Salad and a Diet Coke."
Unfortunately, he never got to have that...
so every year on May 23rd
I have it for him.
I wish I knew what he wanted in his salad,
but here is what I had this year:
...and of course a Diet Coke to drink.