Easter was bittersweet. Sweet because we had brunch and visited with Heather and family. Bitter because it was the 19th anniversary of my dad's sudden death.
Dad died 2 days before his 83th birthday. He had a good day that day, chasing squirrels out of his yard, and checking the gutters on the house. After dinner he told Mom he didn't feel well, and seemed confused. She called 911 and me. I went there, a two minute trip, and he was really confused. The ambulance came and took him. I called Mike, and mom and I went to the hospital, where Mike met us. Dad was dead within the hour. The ER doc offered an autopsy, which we declined. His guesses as to cause were a massive PE, a dissecting aorta, or a CVA. The cause didn't matter to us, he was gone. I relive that night so often.
The sweet was spending the day with Heather and Ed, and Eddie and Julianna.
We did a brunch instead of a dinner, and it was so low key. I took a blueberry french toast bake, and a spinach salad with strawberries. I even took the strawberry tops for the chickens! Heather made quiche, mac and cheese, tater tots, and a raspberry pastry. I also brought a dessert, which we almost forgot about!
I took Heather's apron with us, and she modeled it. We stayed til about 2, which freed them up to have dinner with Ed's family at his mom's house. So, bittersweet. Such is life.
And a hearty F*ck to the Dementia Don, the grifting pedophile, and his band of spineless grifters.
