Well, Fertilizer for Thought that is.......
For those that know me from OG, or you've been hanging around IC for a while, you may remember a similar post of mine. However, another Year's time has come and gone since my Dad's passing, and as it is our religous tradition, once again I pay homage to him as I observe the anniversary of his death.
If your sense of humor is one half as good as my Dad’s was, you might enjoy this.
I won’t bore you here with the details of his life or death. Just understand that he was a wonderful person, never broke any laws, was married to the same women for over 50 years, was very low-key, and he was liked and loved by almost everyone that knew him. There are two things I remember & thank him for the most. First, long before “Diversity” was a buzzword he taught me more than tolerance, he taught me acceptance. And the second thing I'll never forget, was his wonderful, dry, and very deep, sense of humor. Nothing was off-limits or safe.
After he passed away, he was cremated as per his request. My mother and sisters couldn’t deal emotionally with his ashes, so the task fell to me. For the longest time I couldn’t decide what to do with them, so they sat in their cardboard box on my desk.
Years passed and there they stayed. Then one day, while walking thru the Mall I saw this stash-box/cookie jar. For some reason, it reminded me of the time I was a teenager and my parents found my pot in my room. It was not a happy time, but you know, my father hugged me that day! And just then, I knew what I had to. I bought the box.
It’s been quite a few years since that day in the Mall and Dad seems very happy in his new home. Someday his ashes will be returned to nature with my Mom’s, but hopefully not for a very long time. The Cheech & Chong “Up In Smoke” box is perfect on many fronts. But if I have to explain it to you, you would have never understood my Dad.
When you take your next toke, let it be a toast to someone who means something special to you.
Regards to all, Pipedream
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