The memory of my dad buying all 24 boxes of Post Toasties when I was younger will remain in my memory forever. They were on sale 2/$4, which was a bargain I guess. If there was a word to describe feeling anything but excited over it, that's how us kids felt. I didn't realize at the time that this particular incident would be a story told for years to follow.
My dad passed away on Mother's Day, 2008. It has been a little over two years but it does not feel that way. Then again, what does two years feel like? It has been difficult to exist in a world where he does not. I know that he is in a better place, so it is for selfish reasons that I wish he were still here. Life is quieter without him. A room lit up with his presence and so I figure Heaven needed some extra laughter because nothing else makes sense to me. So long live the memory of Post Toasties and long live the memory of my dad. I miss you.
