The 19th

A while ago, the idea of doing something to mark the anniversary came up. This was actually brought up by several different people, both friends and family.

I liked the idea. My dad was always the life of every party. He spent his life having fun, it's the way he should be remembered. I mean, that's what we did after the memorial, celebrated his life the way he lived it.

So, the plan was to do something on the 19th. I hate the word party, more of a gathering. A tribute of sorts. I thought it was a nice idea, so did anyone I mentioned it to. It was definitely my dad's kind of thing.

At first, my mom seemed to like the idea, then she was venehmantly opposed to it. She declared that it was creepy. I'm used to my mom blowing hot and cold, so I backed off.

But then, I decided that even if she didn't want to do something with his friends, it didn't mean I couldn't do something with mine. So I decided that I would still do something, just something small. Have some friends over, drink in his memory, listen to some classic rock, that sort of thing. I mean, I figured she wouldn't object to that.

So, that was going to be the plan. Then I found out that David had mentioned the idea to others of Dad's friends, which means that everyone'll be aware of it in a few days since new travels fast. I also mentioned that I had previously mentioned it to Tonya, who'd told her dad. Mom seemed to reconsider the idea, so it's back on, I guess.

Is it really a weird idea? I mean, a little unconventional, but my dad was unconventional. He'd like to do something to celebrate his life because he was all about living it to the fullest.