in fact, for the last years of his life, about 2007-2011, not including his battle with cancer, my father spent sunday mornings with me on a breakfast date. i would often end up cancelling due to hangovers, or something else. but, the general ritual was that he'd pick me up at 9:00 or 10:00, and we'd go get eggs at one of a handful of diners up on wellington. and, we'd catch up on what happened that week...

it was quite important to him.

what i didn't realize until a while into it was that he dropped my stepmother off at church on the way to picking me up, and picked her up on the way home. so, it was partly a "get out of church" card.