Gotta Love my Dad
I really do love my Dad. He is an interesting person, to be sure. I know I tease him and make fun of him, but that's cause that's how we always showed love to family members. I blame it on my Mom (easy - she's not here to defend herself). So I went to Joe's Diner for breakfast on Monday morning, as usual. I walk in and there's Dad, sitting in a booth, looking a bit sad (sadder than usual). He's got an 8 x 10 frame on the table, with Mom's graduation picture (Loring Studios, of course) in it. Now, I'm thinking all kinds of things...has he lost it? Does he think Mom is there because the picture is there? Why did he bring this picture into Joe's (where all the regulars remember my Mom fondly already)? So I looked at him in a questioning manner (ok - those of you who know me know the look I gave him - not really as nice as "questioning" - more like "Have you freaking lost it, Dad?"). He says, "I brought this to the ...