Memories of dad
Memories are funny. Watching some TV chef cooking some concoction with potatoes (Jamie Oliver as it happens just before the news hour) brought back memories of my father. He died January 16, 2007. That's a long time ago now but I still remember him making scalloped potatoes at Xmas time 2006. He loved scalloped potatoes so insisted on making some every time my parents had a holiday meal. There he was seated peeling potatoes then slicing them into the baking dish along with sliced onion. He was in the chair since at this point he had to sit down because he was getting very short of breath. He had lung cancer because he stubbornly refused the bladder cancer treatment for months and now a stubborn man in death too. Carefully planning his funeral from beyond the grave (somehow) so it coincided with the coldest damn day of winter. I know it sounds like poor taste but he would have heartily approved. Dark humour and risque jokes were his forte.