It's officially not my dad's birthday.

It's the third one I've half not-celebrated since he died.  The third year we trooped in the rain across the red clay and weedy grass of the military cemetery to leave behind sunflowers and mums and a little American flag.  The third year I haven't made a pineapple cake.

I only ever made that cake on his ( Read more... )

So I just realized how long it's been since I last posted.  Anyone who's seen my Pessimism post might have a general clue why ( Read more... )