08/11/2022
Happy Birthday, Father! (20220810-205856-PJG)
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Why this post (a bit long)?
Past Story:
In the Fall of 2007, I attended the Spirits Fest in Halifax, NS with one intention only, which was to sample alcohol that I would never buy due to cost without tasting it first. I sampled this Remy Martin Extra, which at the time was quite expensive per bottle, for me. Immediately, I knew that I had found something that I could buy my Father as a gift. We would often sit in the living room after supper enjoying a cognac or brandy and chat the evening away.
I phoned my Mother later to tell her I had found something I would be buying Father for Chanukah, as I was scheduled to be home at the time. My Mother talked me out of it, as only she could, no matter how much I insisted. So, I never bought the bottle to bring home. Chanukah came and went, and once again I had bought nothing for my Father, as he was impossible to buy for.
In March of 2008, my Father passed away, and I was asked to come home permanently, as my Mother felt very vulneable. It was my honor and blessing to be able to fulfill her wish. About a month after Dad's death, I am cleaning up and find a Alcool NB plastic bag in one of his cubby holes. I open the bag to find this bottle in its box, with a receipt dated 23 Dec 2007. I take the bag and contents upstairs to my Mother, and ask her point blank "Did you tell Father what I was intending on buying him." She replied she had, even after telling me not to buy it, as they didn't keep secrets. I told her, open the bag, wich Mother did, and she asked what's this.
I told her Father bought this before Christmas, the same item I was going to get him, and we never got to enjoy it. I wasn't happy, but nothing could be done now. I put the bottle away and it has sat there
Present story:
My son and his family are visiting, this week, and he has joined me at the house after the grandchildren have been put to bed for the night. Last night, when he was over, and we were looking for something to savour during our chats, I spotted the box.
When I was being raised, we started birthday celebrations the eve before the actual day (another story). Last night, was the eve of Father's 98th birthday (which is today). Having spotted the box, I told my son the preceding story. His comment was "Yup that would have been Grandpa" Then I said, I couldn't enjoy a snifter with him, but I am positive he would approve of us enjoying one in his memory. We only wished he was here to enjoy it with us. So, as many years before, Father and Son spent the evening chatting and enjoying a snifter of exquisite cognac.
Happy 98th Birthday, Father. Your grandson and I will be visiting your grave today, to do our traditional birthday toast since your passing. Think of you often!