Ahhh Christmas is done with for another year! Only thing left to worry abut now is New Year’s. New Year’s Festivities will never be the same since my beloved uncle Allan passed away four years ago this past October. When my fourth daughter was born without a doubt her middle name had to be Allan in hopes of preserving some of his spirit on earth. Allan taught me how to pace drinking so that I can stay up to the wee hours of the morning. He taught me to appreciate good champagne New Year’s Day morning and afternoon. He taught me that it is okay to dance on a pool table. I can’t listen to the “Safety Dance” without getting a little weepy. It was his dream to move further away from the city and relocate to the county before he got sick. Although my notions on heaven may on most days are obscured by my beliefs – I remember giggling when my aunt said, “Well I can just see Allan waiting behind a bar in heaven welcoming Grandpa by telling him to pull up a stool and pouring him a drink.” So days when life is shit, I remember him, know that I can do it and recall his sound advice in his strong Scottish accent, “Well then darlin’ fuck em all.”
erinston 