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March 18, 2007
Last night’s dinner was one of Dad’s favorites, and one we had often on a cool spring evening like this. Grilled sole, dressed simply with fresh lemon juice and extra-virgin olive oil (Dad always said the better the fish, the less you should do to it); new asparagus (a sign of spring); and new potatoes with butter and fresh mint (an English classic). It was delicious, and eating it was tinged with nostalgia, with missing him, and wishing he were here to enjoy it with me. Happy birthday, dear father and friend. I will always love you, never forget you.