This past week was my dad's birthday.
He passed away 5 years ago.
I still think about him all the time--when I'm cooking bacon on the griddle, when that funny (inappropriate) thing he used to say pops into my head, and of course with all the big things in life--all the events. I like that my kids, who either never met him or don't remember much of him, still know about him--knows he loved fishing, knows he loved bacon, eggs and hash browns, etc.
My mom was going up to the cemetery to put some flowers on the grave, so I got a bouquet ready quick. I was surprised by what I could find in the garden to make a pretty bouquet. It also made me smile knowing that Dad would approve of the lack of fuss, the ingenuity, and the beauty of it.
I used zennias (some of my favorite!), russian sage, broccoli leaves, cilantro that had gone to seed, and mint springs. Not only did it look like a pretty wildflower bouquet, but it also smelled delicious.
Miss you Dad.