This might sound morbid to some of you, but I assure you it is not.
For the last 8 years, my immediate family has celebrated my grandfather on the day he passed away (death day). Or more affectionately known as "Grandfather's D-Day Party."
We have a big dinner with all the foods that remind us of him. Fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, cheetos, canteloupe, watermelon, diet Dr. Pepper, Fresca, etc. (Yes, we usually have tummy aches the next day.) While we eat, we go around and share funny/sweet memories of Grandfather (or for the in-laws, memories of their own grandfathers). And it is not uncommon that we are all laughing so hard we can't talk for 5 minutes. After dinner we have the traditional screaming contest (usually won by my dad) followed by Grandfather's favorite movie, The Music Man.
I look forward to, and enjoy, this party more than most other holidays we celebrate. Yay for Grandfather! He was tough as a boot!
4 comments:
what a great tradition!
and I'm so glad your are blogging more! lets do something before the snow hits!!
That sounds like a great idea. I like it a lot. I also liked the update on the kiddos.
What fun!! Thanks for sharing, Liz! :) We should find a fun way like that to celebrate him every year.
How cool! Er wait . . . I mean how terrific! You're just missing a drawing lesson, bingo party, eating a donut off a string, a grab bag, and a motorcycle ride. Oh, and a missionary story. But that probably happens when you tell stories about him.
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