Three Years

It was three years ago today that my father died. Within an hour of waking up and confirming he was dead I was witting about it in an earlier version of this blog. Here I am three years later doing it again.

Something I never did with my father was drink a beer. It just never came up when we were together. In his later years he enjoyed Coors Light and I hate the stuff. Give me a good imported German Wheat Ale, and Oatmeal Ale or any good home brew any day of the week. Either way, last night I decided it was time to fix that so I bought a cold bottle of Coors Light and a white rose and headed to the cemetery.  I stood the rose up next to the headstone and opened the bottle. I probably spent about twenty minutes sitting there next to the headstone talking to my father and sipping the beer. I laughed, I cried and I got through some shit. When half of the beer was gone I put the cap back on it and left it there by the rose. That way he had his half of the beer.

Today is probably going to suck but at least I’ve created another memory.