I’m in Vegas with my hubby and the moms. And, I’m missing my dad today.
Dad loved Vegas and would have loved to go with me to Vegas if he was alive. I imagine us sitting at the bar playing Keno together or side by side at the blackjack table. I imagine myself pointing at him and telling the table, “that’s my dad.”
We would both be up early and eat breakfast together. He would order hash and eggs or pancakes.
Dad’s gone so it’s not to be. But my mom is still here and part of writing this is to remember that and savor my time with her.
Dad also loved him a thanksgiving. Dad would cook for hours every thanksgiving. He would make a turkey, mash, a ham, potato salad and more including his ambrosia fruit salad served with orange jello. As a kid, as I have said before, I never appreciated it. But I do now.
Dad would always watch It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown with me and my sisters when we were little. To me, the moral of that cartoon, if indeed there is one, it is that sometimes faith is not rewarded. But that doesn’t mean you stop believing.
And dammit, I’m a believer. Just like Dad.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
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