Father's Day 2012

I will forever associate the death of Beatle John Lennon with my dad. I still remember sitting with co-workers the morning after the news came out about the former Beatle. Our voices were pinched with the shock over what had happened. I had no inkling that less than a few hours later, a nurse would call to say I needed to respond to the hospital immediately. She didn't tell me why.


My dad had died of a heart attack. He was only 46.

A lot of Father's Days have come and gone since December 9, 1980. Yet it seems like only a wisp of time ago that I saw him doing his favorite thing...barbecuing pork steaks for a family gathering. He'd cook them in a sauce so luscious we'd ignore napkins and lick our fingers clean. We didn't want to waste a bit of the tangy and succulent flavor. Not even a downpour stopped Dad from his creation. I supposed you could call him a barbecue artist...a true grill master.

To this day, Hubby uses the same heavy-duty barbecue tongs that belonged to my dad. So I suppose in a way, Dad's with us every time the charcoal (never propane!) is fired up.

Hubby and I both still miss him.

Happy Father's Day to all. If your dad is with you, take time to treasure him. If not, treasure those memories!