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Since my dad died, I have had a lot of small moments with him coming up lately. One of them was when he and I would spend the day together when I was in kindergarten or first grade. He would be running the store and there would not be school that day, so I would be at the store with him. He would go and slice up cheese, and meat and we would make sandwiches for lunch on the butcher block of the meat market. To this day that is still the best tasting sandwiches I have ever had. I would get to pick out some lettuce and tomato and he would slice it up. It was simple and nice. Sometimes he would grab a jar of peanut butter off the shelf and get some celery and we would eat that. Or some spray cheese.

It was fun and nice. Lunch was not something my parents typically did. They mostly only ate dinner. I would have cereal for breakfast and on weekends my mom would make breakfast. But lunch was never really a featured meal in my childhood. Unless I was with my dad for the day and then we would make lunch together. Eating sliced turkey fresh off the slicer.

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