Keep calm and carry on. In other words, dust your shoulders off and keep on movin'.

Today is my dad's six-year deathiversary. (It's also the two-year anniversary of the day I started at my current job. Yes, I was hired on my dad's deathiversary. Otherwise I probably wouldn't remember what day I started there.) I spent the afternoon with Grandma et. al., eating spaghetti. Surprisingly, she did not bring up Dad once, which I'm thankful for, because she almost certainly would've started crying and carrying on. Then I would've yelled at her, "In our family, we don't run around cryin' and actin' sad! We just dust our shoulders off and keep on movin'!" Just kidding.

I don't usually mark this day in any way, but this year, for some reason, I felt compelled to Do Something. So I listed to "In the Living Years." Yeah. That was a mistake.

Two things: Whenever I see a really boring book or a really disgusting food, I usually think, "That's something Dad would've liked." What a legacy to have. But he read the most boring books you can possibly imagine, and he ate anything, no matter how weird or gross. I never saw him come across food he didn't like, although he claimed there were some.

It occured to me as I was bike riding earlier, Dad probably died at the most beautiful time of year.