A year ago today my dad died. For the past few weeks I've been thinking about how I'd mark the day. Because I felt like something should be done.
Not something like laying flowers at his grave (that's on the other side of the country), because that's not how my Dad rolled. Or posting on Facebook, because that's not my scene. I wanted to do something that when I looked at whatever that something was, I'd be like "yeah, that was to mark the day" But I wanted it to be something strong that would sort of carry into the future in a positive and happy way, not something light-a-candle-and-ponder-sad.
Dad and I are just not the light-a-candle-and-have-a-moment-of-silence types. We're the "let's go have the funeral at the seedy bar and get wasted and shoot pool and get into a fight" types.
I had a couple of ideas. Then I saw my sister's Facebook post, where my best friend from grade school posted her sympathies, and I checked out her timeline (because somehow up until this point, she and I had lost track of each other) and saw she had been having a lot of success with DietBet.
Hmm. I said to myself. I've been dieting anyway. I like challenges, I like competition, I like paying my money and taking my chances. This sounds like this could be just the thing. My Dad would have approved.