Friday, August 6, 2010

Dad

My dad died 9 years ago yesterday.

I wrote about him and his death last year.

C and I did not take the day off again but she did bake congo bars last night and I ate one this morning in his honor. Thanks, Dad.

I don't really assign more sadness to August 5th than any other day but it's kind of nice to have a specific day to write about him every year.

Since he was a baker, my family never bought regular bread. We always had fresh baked bread that he would bring home from the bakery he worked at. The most common was his version of a Portuguese white bread. Because of him I love artisan breads and dislike store bought squishy bread (down with the "wonder bread" type loaves!).

One morning I went out to my car to go to work and found a loaf of that bread on my windshield. I lived just down the street from he and my mom at the time and I knew it was from him. I was going through a tough time (I'm not sure he even knew that) and it meant so much to me to find that bread there. Like a heartfelt hug that feels warm and safe. I will never forget it.

19 comments:

  1. He sounds like a wonderful man who loved his family so much ! (((HUGS))to you and your sis.

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  2. What a sweet thing to do! Fresh bread...can't ask for anything better :). He sounds he was a really great dad. We never stop missing them when they're gone...

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  3. Your Dad sounds like a wonderful man - it is lovely that you are remembering him with such love.

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  4. This is a beautiful tribute. Love that fresh-baked bread will always remind you of him.

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  5. What a gorgeous memory. Abiding with you and sending a virtual hug.

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  6. It's great you have such lovely memories of him! That's what really counts when you look back on life. To have those memories of him and knowing how much he loved you and looked out for you even when he didn't know exactly what was going on in your life. He knew you needed comfort.

    And I agree with the both of you that artisan bread is much nicer than the other kind.

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  7. That's so weird that he's been gone that long. Wow. Lots of hugs!
    Love you!

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  8. Your dad sounds like a great guy. I'm so sorry for your loss. It sounds like you have many wonderful memories of him and he loved you very much.

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  9. Awwww!! What a great memory of your dad.

    My dh is Italian & fanatical about the bread they used to get delivered to their house when he was growing up -- sometimes still warm. He can eat half a loaf in one sitting. His dad still gets the bread delivered, & sometimes we will come home & find a loaf sitting on the kitchen counter. : )

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  10. Here from Mel's roundup...What a wonderful memory to hang onto. He sounds like he was an amazing man.

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  11. Oh what a sweet memory. He is making alot of friends in heaven with his mad baking skills.

    ps. My dog is a Masters Agility Champion and he's half australian cattle dog.

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  12. here from the rounup and have to say that I loved your post...I lost my dad back in 1996 annd I swear that he tells me he is still around all the time.

    I'm glad you have good memories to hold onto that, that's what keeps them close to us even when we can't see them.

    hug

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  13. Here from the Roundup...

    I think when the good memories outweigh the sadness, you know that you are adjusting to a world without your dad. It's not quite as rich a world, but it'll do.

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  14. Here from Mel's weekly Round Up...wow, love this post. Just love it. How great that bread must have tasted.

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  15. That is a beautiful memory of your Dad. Thank you for sharing it.

    Thinking of you and your family as you remember your Dad.

    Here through Mel's Roundup

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  16. Your dad sounds like a wonderful person. Your love for him comes through in this post. Thanks for sharing it!

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  17. Your dad sounds like an amazing person. Thanks for sharing your memories of him. Thinking of you!

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