Labor Day

It's so random, the things that make you miss someone. My dad passed away 22 months ago. I miss him in a way I will never be able to articulate. There are still days, even now nearly 2 years later, when I think he's still here (I always feel him with me, but I mean here on earth, in the physical sense). Dad was a volunteer fireman for nearly 40 years. Every year without fail our family would spend the weekend leading up to Labor Day at the Fireman's Labor Day picnic. Saturday, Sunday and Monday - 3 days of food, games, food, beer (once I was of age of course) and food. I went last year. I'm not sure I'm going to go this year. For some reason its lost its meaning for me. I've never really been a "fair person" anyway (amusement parks bore me, same with street fairs and festivals). The whole allure was that my dad was working, I could pop in and see him - he'd always be happy to see me. I don't know - its so hard to explain. I just really miss him this time of year. He was only 60 when he passed away. He should have been working that beer tent for at least another 20 years - passing out Labatts Blue like it was going out of style. Happy Labor Day Dad. I love you.