Sunday, January 16, 2022
I still miss you so much pops. I was so fortunate to have been your only son. We did so much together while I was growing up. You took me places and did things with me that other kids never got to see or do. Almost every weekend you would take me with you on your ongoing missions of seeking and procuring items for your hobby farm. I have so many memories of trips you would take me on to visit relatives and friends and you had so many friends pops. The most popular man I knew growing up. You were magic on the dance floor and all your many friends' wives wanted a dance with you and I remember some mildly envious husbands who could only wish they could "cut a rug" as well as you.
Remember the time you took Dayton and me on a holiday to Campbell River and Bryson Quebec on the Ottawa River while mom and Cora went to Ste. Hyacinthe to visit Granmama Robidas? Dayton, Brian Kluke and I planted the cherry bomb in your engine and when you went to start the car to begin the long journey to meet mom and Cora? You turned the key and this loud whoop, whoop, whoop then BANG and the car stalled with lots of smoke and you could bot understand why the three of us were rolling on the ground laughing so hard we almost busted a gut. You were so relieved when Dayton pulled the bomb out and reconnected the spark plugs and we were finally on our way.
Another fond memory is when Dayton and I would be out drinking it up on a Saturday night and get to bed just before sunrise. You would sneak into my room at around six am which is the time you always got up and bang away on my drum kit and we would throw things at you. We had some rough patches too but we overcame them because of our love for one another. I am almost certain you and mom are dancing to Tommy Dorsey, Benny Goodman or Artie Shaw with Sinatra doing the vocals.
Miss you pops. We will get together again for a Red Cap ale when the time is right.
