Memorial

Today is the fifteen year anniversary of my Dad's death.

Because it is, for lack of a better term, a milestone year my family had brunch, just the four of us, which we usually don't do.

We unexpectedly chose to honor my father's memory by brunching at a, quite frankly, flamboyantly gay restaurant where the ratio of men to women was approximately ten to one and the ratio of straight to gay men was about all men to two (my brother and one guy who seemed to be there with his girlfriend). I am not exaggerating. The music was late seventies/early eighties disco and when "It's Raining Men" came on, the entire place sang along with the chorus and raised their glasses in a toast.

Needless to say, it was awesome.

Though my mom may have been a little thrown.

But the food was excellent and there was unlimited champagne and it was right next to Jewel so after we ate Jenny and I got groceries. Fun!

There is always more to be said about my dad, but I can't right now because I don't have it in me. I am devestated and confused that he's not here, I miss him terribly and I can't believe that it has been fifteen years. That's a long, long time.

I miss you, dad. I always will. You were a practically perfect parent and I am so damn lucky to have had you for the time I did.

Sometime, in the next few weeks (realistically) I want to put up some pictures of him. I don't think I've posted any and that is just terrible. So I will. Soon. Hopefully.

xoxo, my friends. Days like this also remind me about how much I *do* have, like your friendship, and even though I have suffered loss I still have so much.