May 08, 2012 21:51
Normally I post a picture of dad on this day, but i am actually in situ for once, among my family, so the memorial pic will folow once i am back in the vicinity of my scanner.
Whoever is around on the anniversary of dad's deathe gathers around the tree und which some of his ashes lie and takes part in the ritual of drinking champagne and tipping a a bit on the stem to be soaked up by the bark before it reaches the ground.
I also spoke to his oldest friend from school, had a few with the neighbours in front of whom dad collapsed and ate more chocolate than atrictly necessary, all out of piety...
I miss him often. I loved him very much. Many of his ways live on in me and I'm glad. Off to ring another dear friend of his now, who loved him for 25 years of m life and is the loneliest of us left behind, quite probably.
Yours somewhat disjointedly ...