A belated Happy Father's Day to all. I hope the warmth of your celebration is gracing your day today too. Our day was blessed by getting to share a evening meal with my father-in-law, Bill, who is 91 years old, as well as my sister and her hubby and our son. It was a wonderful time of celebrating three wonderful fathers gathered around our table and reminising about my own dear dad, pictured above.
My dad was a quiet man, but when he spoke it was either funny
most of the time or profound. I always admired Dad's quietness--it is a characterist I do not share. I always wondered if he was just absorbing the lively conversations going on around him--they were always lively in our home--or if he was pondering something more important in life. I tend to think it was the latter.
Dad loved to have me over to breakfast after his retirement and frequently fixed biscuits, from a can, eggs, ham and redeye gravy. Now if you've never tasted redeye gravy, it might be an aquired taste, but I grew up loving it. It is simply frying ham in a skillet, removing the ham, scrapping the bits leftover and pouring cold coffee in the pan and bringing to a boil. It is served poured over the biscuits. It is comfort food and one of my favorite memories of Dad. He's been gone since April 25, 2001 and I still miss him everyday, but especially today. Yet, I have to say, I know how very blessed I was to call him my Dad.