ICE CREAM CONE DAY 2013 - IN HONOUR OF DAD

Heh, dear family, welcome to Ice Cream Cone Day.

It's become a tradition in our family. My father, Edward, was 93 years old when he passed away three years ago. He would be 97 on March 8. Following the memorial service for our dad, my brother Murray gathered us all at his home. He and Diane spread ice cream flavours across the table. My dad's children, grandchildren and greatchildren helped themselves to cones of ice cream and more than one. That was the start of our now annual tradition.

Grandpa Unruh was an established ice cream lover. One small cone always tasted like one more to him and if we were with him, that became the biggest treat - a gigantic splurge of pleasure. Having more than one cone today we will be playing by Grandpa's rules.

So, today, although I and my two brothers and their families live in Surrey, British Columbia, St. Catharines, Ontario; and London, Ontario, we are all filling our cones and lifting them in a salute to Grandpa Unruh. I loved you very much Dad, even more than the ice cream.

For our evening meal in Western Canada, we will begin with Ice Cream, as much as we want, and then we will enjoy some savories, and perhaps a dessert cone after that.