This is a tribute to my step-dad on the one year anniversary of his death. If you didn't know Wade, he was a long time cook at a restaurant here in Montrose, MI. Knowing that, this tribute will make a little more sense to you all. Wade was one of the greatest guys I've ever known and I miss every single thing about him. Wish you were still here, Wade. Love you, Dad.
(Wade, with grandchildren, Jace and Lorelai-Christmas time 2013)
In
Memory of Wade
An
extra large cheeseburger pizza
Or a
juicy triple cheese delight
These
are the things I miss eating
When
you’d cook for us at night
A
handful of shredded mozzarella
I
know that sounds odd and weird
Bake
me up spaghetti or lasagna
And that
pasta instantly disappeared
Crispy
grilled cheese and fries
The
greatest comfort for your soul
To
always make us feel better
You
served chicken noodle in bowl
Party
food and sizzling appetizers
Like
cheese sticks and onion rings
Or
snacks for all the biggest games
Consisting
of nachos and wing dings
I
could always go for your breakfast
Like
a western omelet without the meat
Or
eggs, toast, hash browns and sausage
Tasting
your food again would be a treat
It’s
not only just about the food though
It’s
about all the memories shared
The
great times in that old restaurant
That
were created through the years
I
was always doing these odd jobs
To
try and make you very proud
Like
fold thousands of pizza boxes
And
bus tables when you had a crowd
I
remember sitting, drinking coffee
With
you and your crazy Montrose friends
It’s
the one thing that I don’t really miss
Since
most of them are Republicans
If
only it were festival weekend again
And
I was helping you wash dishes
Getting
paid with blueberry pancakes
Against
all of my stomachs wishes
Not
a single day ever goes by
Where
I don’t deeply long to see
My
dearest step-father, Wade
And
his grease stained pocket T's
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