Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
- William Shakespeare
It wasn't the beer, it was having a beer with me. He probably enjoyed that more than I did, and I enjoyed it a lot.
Today I was out at Whole Foods (or as a friend likes to call it, "Whole Paycheck") getting the fixins for tomorrow's Christmas Feast and I found myself in front of the beer cooler. My eyes happened to come to rest on the Beck's.
And suddenly I couldn't move. Choked up, I picked up a six pack, remembering those father-son times so many years ago. I'll make sure to tell Santa to put some in #1 Son's stocking tonight. Maybe I'll have another of those Christmas father-son beers.
Merry Christmas, Dad. Thanks for all those memories.
6 comments:
Great memory, Ted, and the beginning of a new tradition for you and your sons, I hope.
Merry Christmas and God's blessing to you and your family.
That is just awesome. You had a great dad Borepatch.
Makes it hard not to choke up a bit myself even after my dad and I shared beer and wine back and forth the past two nights.
Thanks guys. Sure wish I had him for one more beer.
Sure is dusty in here.
Merry Christmas, Borepatch.
Sounds like a good tradition to continue.
Merry Christmas to all at Camp Birepatch
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