Good Friday
April 22, 2011
He’s third from the right. That’s my dad – Michel Joseph Karch.
Born on Hallowe’en and looked like Santa Claus. Happiest cooking in the kitchen, building anything and being a Wolf Cub Leader.
We said our final goodbye on Good Friday 2001, though we still talk.
Today mom and I are cooking roast chicken, scalloped potatoes, veggies, salad and making bunny cupcakes with Parker and Wilson – the grand kids he never met but would have LOVED.
His last words are his legacy ‘Take care and love everyone.”
Crying as I type, cupcakes might be salty.
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9 Responses to “Good Friday”
Good is no longer good enough. The goal is perfection and the path that takes us there leads to excellence.
Lovely sweet thoughts Louise. Happy easter and a memory filled Good Friday. Lisa
What a lovely tribute to an obviously wonderful dad. But, you forgot another great part of his legacy–you! Jonesin’ for those scalloped potatoes, CC
Thanks Lisa and Carol, very kind of you both, Love L
PS Carol – you’d love the potatoes…
I think I’ve told you before Lou – but everytime I make apple pie – I think of your dad! Memories of an afternoon in the kitchen of that drafty old house on Cheapside Street in London – peeling and chopping apples to make pie. I have no idea why it was me and your dad that afternoon – and I think it was a pretty awesome pie too! 🙂 There’s always an empty spot in your heart when your dad is gone isn’t there? He’s right – take care and love everyone.
Love and hugs to you chickie,
S
Jeez Louise! Now you’ve got me weeping. Glad to have met your Dad that one time in early 1990’s – can’t remember the year. And I remember when he died and your response at that time. You are your father’s duaghter, living life large – and sharing the goodness of that. Big hugs to you, my sweet.
Thanks Moon, it’s lovely to hear from you and others who remember him and what matters. Hope to see you soon!
Susan what a lovely story to hear today and you are so right. I’ll also bet that pie was good, that man could cook.
What amazes me is how carefully he must have thought about what to say. He said it and left. A good man had a good peaceful death at home. Feels like yesterday and forever ago at the same time. Hope to see you soon. Let’s make pie.
Yes I recall those potatoes and his enthusiasm in the kitchen all too well. Great post.