I’m torn. In two worlds simultaneously.

World #1 – Heartwarming past memories pop up. Happier days gone by.

In the morning, we would all walk to the Borough Hall for the town’s Father’s Day breakfast. A fundraiser. You always supported and looked forward to this annual event. We all did.

You loved their homemade breakfast so much. It was really good. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, home fries, cake/Danish, orange juice and coffee. It was always blueberry pancakes, bacon, orange juice and coffee for you.

But I think it was also the atmosphere that made this so special. The majority of the town would attend. The always warm welcome…at the door and from all those who were cooking and serving. Everybody happy and smiling.

Being together with family, friends and neighbors. Everybody stopping to talk to everyone. A very warm, close, beloved, small community. A place to be cherished. A place where everybody knows your name.

God, how I miss those days. What I wouldn’t do for another one. If only…just one more time.