Purple has always been my favorite color…thanks to my dad.

When I was a kid I disliked dresses with a passion. I hated them. The frills, the hats, all of the girly stuff. I spent most of my time with my dad. My stubborn self refused to wear them.

My mom was so angry that I would not wear dresses she begged me to wear them…just for church on Sunday. She asked me what my favorite color was…and if she chose that color of a dress would wear it….I made the mistake of saying yes…(the brilliance of my six year old self)😆

My father always wore a button up shirt and a tie every Sunday, once he wore a purple tie. I liked it. So my mother made it her mission to find the most ruffles, most frills, in a dress that happened to be purple.

lol, I did get even. My mother insisted I wear a giant hat for Easter. I told her no that was crossing the line…my dad told her…I proceeded to take the hat off and stomping on it in a muddle puddle Easter morning. My mom was smart she packed a back up!

Now, it’s a fun story I tell. Especially now that my father is gone now it makes those memories much more raw…and painful. Yet, I laugh too. Because he did that day. I will never forget his laugh as long as I live.

So as the holidays approach these memories are more raw, and painful. Yet, so many good ones. Fun ones. Toasts, laughs, absolute drunken stupor sometimes lol… my father was my best friend and drinking buddy.

So as the holidays get closer I look to the sky in all its wondrous colors and smile. Sending a prayer above. I was so blessed to have him as my father. Now I have my wonderful siblings to remember those times, and laughs and make that toast every year from now on.

That is all I have for today friends. Much love and hugs to you all. Life and writing are a work in progress…(just like me)😉