here's to you
Today is my Dad's birthday. He would have been 59 years old.
Right after he died back in June, when I came home from New Hampshire, a package came in the mail for him that had a bottle of dirty martini mix and some green olives. I thought it was odd because he had quit drinking about five years ago. And then I vaguely remember him mentioning that he wanted to have one extra-dirty martini right before he died.
So apparently he knew he was on his way out. Unfortunately, he never got to have his martini. So tonight, I think we'll go get some gin and toss back a couple in his honor.
Happy birthday, Dad. I miss ya.
Right after he died back in June, when I came home from New Hampshire, a package came in the mail for him that had a bottle of dirty martini mix and some green olives. I thought it was odd because he had quit drinking about five years ago. And then I vaguely remember him mentioning that he wanted to have one extra-dirty martini right before he died.
So apparently he knew he was on his way out. Unfortunately, he never got to have his martini. So tonight, I think we'll go get some gin and toss back a couple in his honor.
Happy birthday, Dad. I miss ya.