So It’s March and I’m writing about Valentine’s Day.  It was nearly 5 weeks ago. I think the delay is clear as to why I am just now getting to this.

The See’s Candies box is empty and the drunk wore off.

I bought Jonathan a box of See’s Candies for Valentine’s Day. I had heard a man say on television earlier in the week that men don’t want chocolates! Don’t give your man chocolates! Well, I did.  I gave him See’s Candies and a Coleman lantern for camping to cover my bases. But the way his eyes twinkled over the candy said it may have been his favorite of the two. Jonathan has a sweet tooth. See’s Candies are sort of new to Jonathan. He had never heard of this confectioner’s delight before he met me. But now that he has had a sample, he’s pretty much hooked.  And they do share a sample. See’s Candies hands each visitor a sample piece. What’s not to love about that?  I don’t quite have the sweet tooth Jonathan has, but I really do enjoy See’s Candies.  And I hoped as he opened that gift, Jonathan would share his candy with me.

After twenty-eight years of not laying eyes on him, why is it I am able to so vividly recall the details of my dad? This picture of him may be fuzzy, but not the one in my mind.

Is it ever not too early to lose someone?  I expect that most of us would gamble our last cent to have just one more day with a loved one lost. February 7, 1987, I had no more one-more-days. This is the day my dad, Douglas Michael Summers, left this earth.  It’s been twenty-eight years. He was forty-seven years old, and I wasn’t much more than a new adult.

Too early to not have anymore days to live?
My goodness, yes.
Too early to say goodbye to my dad?
No need to ask.
Too early.