04/30/2023
Dad always saved his important bottles of wine to share with us, his kids-it was very him to not feel he can enjoy something without us. Over the years we have had some not so great bottles of Dom Perignon that we should have opened sooner. We humans have this strange tendency to save things when we should just be enjoying them. Yesterday we visited Dad at the cemetery and toasted his birthday with the best bottle of Dom we’ve drank together, a 96. It was, woah. It was a cold, dreary, rainy day and we couldn’t gather around his headstone like we had planned, we just hunkered in the car, my brother and I squashed in the trunk-not the first time this has happened, but boy we could feel it more than when we were younger. Either way, it felt very Commisso to be drinking Dom for Dad in this manner. When we were teenagers and Dad got into making wine, his first really good batch was made in 1997. I was only 17, but we were Italian so, I was part of the tasting and being impressed with it. He later learned that 1997 happened to be a great year for a lot of wines, particularly in California where he got his grapes from. So he would sometimes acquire wines from that year and naturally he saved a lot of them. We did drink them over the years, but Mom found this magnum of 1997 Ruffino (good Ruffino) that he brought home from Italy once. We opened it at the restaurant and enjoyed it all together as he always wanted. What a lousy bummer he wasn’t there. I think as humans we need to find balance between saving and enjoying. Saving and letting go. We don’t know how long we’ll be here, but we do hope it’s for a long time. Burn that candle you’ve been saving. Wear those shoes you’ve been saving. Open that wine when you find yourself with your favorite group of people you don’t always get to see. Enjoy life, enjoy the moments, be silly.