My Father

So today was father's day. It's been a year and a month and a half since my dad died. I really miss him on days like today. You could always tell when he was really pleased or excited about something even though he wasn't as vocal as the rest of us Trapp's. Like, if we all got together for his birthday or for Father's Day, he had this smile that would crack and just wouldn't stop. My dad had a quiet spirit about him and I miss having his calming voice around to hear. I just never realized how long it takes to adjust to these things. Maybe I never will.



This is his headstone last year when it first got put up. I think if you can click on the image it will get bigger. My brother Joseph isn't buried there but they were thinking of moving him there I believe. He is buried in Cincinnati and doesn't have a stone, so my mom wanted it on there for geneology purposes.
This is the back of his stone. there was some pole in my way that isn't there anymore. But, it has all twelve of us on the back and there sealing date in the temple. There is also a really cool pic of them in front of the temple. I love their stone. I should take a picture of it now because I joke and say it is the trailer park of the cemetary now! With so many of us visiting it all the time there are like 42 different flower arrangements and memorial thingys there all the time!



So, Tristan, Cedric and I made Jeremy a Father's Day breakfast this morning before church. They each wanted to cook something themselves, so I let them. Cedric made toast. He would put the bread in the toaster and let it sit for about 10 seconds, then pop it back up. I said " Cedric, that's not toast, it's warm bread." He said:"There's more than one way to make toast, Mom." He had me there. So, we had warm bread with lots of butter.
Tristan made scrambled eggs. He got the pan out, cracked all the eggs, beat them, and cooked them up. Without burning himself. He insisted upon putting his "secret ingredient" in them too and I let him. the "secret ingredient" is cinnamon. So, we had cinnamon scrambled eggs. I contributed homemade waffles, with a home-made strawberry sauce, and cool whip. And sausage. We were out of orange juice though...suck.
Jeremy loved the breakfast I guess...or the thought of it. While at church in his Sunday school class, Cedric mad Jeremy a really cute card and brought a pack of zebra cakes home for him and dad to share. It was really cute because he came home from church and got to saucers out and put one cake on each saucer, then served himself and Jeremy.
We went to Jeremy's parents house for supper and had steak and chicken off the grill. Then drove around and showed the kids some of the flooding.
So happy father's day to all you dad's out there!