My father left, since then the holidays just don't mean as much. To make harder this year, 2 friends lost their separate battles with cancer last week. I may look like Santa, but I feel like the Grinch.
I sit here on the river, where he and I shared some good times, a toast to you dad, as i smoke a cuban cigar and drink gin in your honorr (we don't start the scotch until after 5)
I miss you..
