Saying goodbye

This morning we will say goodbye to my dad at a graveside memorial service. It will be sure to bring some closure for us, but also likely to feel too final. All of us will be there, sharing our stories about my dad with each other.

Last week when I highlighted one of his fruity teas, I managed to overlook one, an orange spice green. So today I am having that tea, and thinking of him, remembering our mutual love of tea.

I love you, Dad!