I was going to wait until tomorrow to write my Friday Fictioneers so that I could dedicate a post to my father, gone five years ago today. I was all gung-ho to scan some great photos of my dad that I have in an envelope. Somewhere. As my house is up for sale, the exact box I know those pics are in is…. I can’t find it. Had it. Got stacked. Sigh. As luck will have it, that particular box will pop up out of nowhere tomorrow, when I no longer need it! I refuse to fret about it and Rochelle was kind enough to supply a picture that worked for me to mix a tribute to my dad and FF. Thanks, my friend! The dialogue below would be between my sisters, Lisa, Tracy and me.
We need a centrepiece.
Perfect, he’d like that.
Don’t forget to put ketchup in little bowls. Heaven forbid we leave the bottle on the table!
Got it. Got some pickles? Put them in a bowl, too. Can’t have people’s fingers going in there.
OK… Got the kids’ table set up? Make it just as nice, eh?
What are we missing?
Got the capers, onions and cream cheese for the salmon?
Yep. We’re good. All that’s missing is Dad’s bloody bird.
Dad, you’ve been gone five years. What we wouldn’t give to hear you talk about your damn bird.
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One year after Dad passed away, I wrote this