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Dad's anniversary.
Today is the 11th anniversary of my dad's death. I spent the entire day at the cemetery from the morning till noon before I had to head off to work. It still feels a little funny knowing that he's been buried in the ground for eleven years now. My father died of cancer in 2001 in our old home in a room across the hall from my own. Ever since then things haven't really been the best. Yesterday I treated the family to some A&W for dinner. I chose that place because it reminded me of my dad. Before my first younger brother was born, we used to go there a lot. This one had girls coming out on roller skates to serve your food after you ordered from the microphone. Now a days you only see that from the A&W clone Sonics. The music they played reminded me of my father as well. He used to always listen to the oldies on the oldies station while working on whatever car he managed to get his hands on. I'd always be there listening to it with him and handing him whatever tool he needed from his infamous red toolbox. The toolbox was infamous because everyone in the family wanted it. It was heavy as hell to carry and took almost two people to lug it around. It wasn't meant for travel, but for staying put in one spot for when you needed it. My second oldest brother laid claim on it now. Its with us still however in the outer garage. There is a camaro from the early eighties late seventies I've been eyeballing as of late. Or rather have been keeping an ear out for. My little brother said his friend was selling it for five hundred bucks. That deal sounds way too good to be true. He said she'd only sell it to him for that dirt cheap however. Thats fine with me, I can just give him the money and get the car that way. My only concern is the engine and breaks. If there is something wrong with those, then it would cost my soul to get them fixed. At least the engine would anyways. The breaks would be fairly cheap to replace. My reasoning for wanting the car is easy. It reminds me of my dad. A lot of that neat old stuff reminds me of my father a lot, and I begin to miss him more. well, that's all I've gatta say for now. My dad was a great person. He wasn't perfect, but he was a great father, and I hope to be like him still someday.
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