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Holidays and Birthdays

My dad was an active person.  He worked in a warehouse labor position most of my life, other than owning his own lawn company for a few years.  We built my daughter a two story “tree house” on her Christmas break.  We built things, we made things. We might have measured once and cut 8 times but we got it done. It surely wasn’t pieces out of William Sonoma but they worked. He taught me how to use more power tools and do more handy work than more than most the men I know know how to do. He maintained a garden growing tomatoes and onions and lettuce, among other things once he retired.  He certainly was a doer.


We just got past the holidays. We do a big production for Thanksgiving every year. Not this year. I was just so happy he got to see my new house and he got to eat my food. Same thing for Christmas. Im a big fan of big production everything. Not so much with him now. Everytime something comes up now, I think, this is dads last enter holiday, event, ect here…  His birthday is this week. It will be his 67th birthday. My birthday is the day before. This week the thing that got me was, soon I won’t have a birthday buddy anymore. How selfish is that? And also really sad. Obviously as long as I’ve been alive, and not a small child, we’ve shared birthdays. Birthday dinners got to be a little extra because it was two of us.  We are both rather obsessed with good steak so it was always a steakhouse, a good steakhouse. And in recent years, we would buy an entire beef tenderloin, prep it and cook it ourselves. Thinking it might be the last time you get to celebrate something changes your prospective. 

ALS sucks by the way. 

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