*hugs*

we still buy my dad chocolate covered cherries even after his death. ironically it started cause they almost killed him when i was a kid.

Same here! Must be a dad thing (my mother can't stand 'em).

everytime i see them i think of him.

i am guessing one does not appreciate them until one has impregnated someone or something cause i think they are nasty. but every dad i know likes them...

Gee, if we were to have a holiday tradition in honor of my Dad, it would have to be getting lost in the Ponderosa and walking into the kitchen on the way back to the table.

It was hysterically funny at the time. The manager had to lead Dad round all the dining rooms until he found us. Then while we were leaving, Mom went to the rest room, and the manager came running after us, apparently thinking that Mom had escaped and we were going to leave her there and she would be too senile to be able to tell them where she lived. We assured him that Mom could find her way to the car by herself when she was finished.

The ironic part was that although Dad was beginning to lose his faculties at that point, he had never, ever had any sense of direction and had spent his whole life getting lost whenever he had to go anywhere he wasn't familiar with.

*hugs*