Yesterday – November 21st – is my Dad’s yahrzeit, or anniversary of his death. Twelve years now, since he died in 1998. It was a Saturday that year.
I didn’t light a candle as I have other years, but I went and bought a fresh bottle of gin, Death’s Door, so that I could drink a toast to my dad. Not his brand, but his style – he would’ve ordered Beefeaters on the rocks with a twist, and that’s how I drank mine. Death’s Door wasn’t being made when he was alive, but I think he would’ve liked it – it has a peppery note along with the juniper.
My brother wrote a nice post this year – remembering dad and football. I liked reading it because I know my son has similar memories, since our dad – his Opa – lived long enough to take him to at least one football game at Three Rivers Stadium – a place that’s not here anymore, either.
