Greetings faithful readers...
Well today was Labor Day and like many of you I held a small family cookout. Those are rare but special in my house. A time for meat and fire...[cue Tim Allen's Home Improvement grunt]...
What made it special, though, wasn't the food it was the company. Brianna and I have this "thing" where she comes outside with me and helps me grill. She pulls up her little chair and just keeps me company outside while I start the charcoal and cook the meat. We talk about stuff like school, her friends, and other 8-year-old life stuff. I treasure these times...here's why.
When I was a young boy, probably Brianna's age, I used to LOVE to go outside and barbeque with my Dad. You see, my dad wasn't an overly open man. He didn't share a lot about himself. It was hard to really get to know him (even as his son). So, when I smelled that charcoal fluid outside, I'd run to the front door. I knew that if we were going to cook outside, then we'd get to talk. Dad just seemed "nicer" outside at the grill. We'd talk about soccer, or school, or a cool TV show that I'd just watched. Nothing specific...just talking. I would give ANYTHING to have one more of those moments with him.
This month marks the 9th anniversary of the death of my father. I had no idea how much I'd miss him.
Each time I fire up the grill and Brianna's beautiful little face peeks out through the open front door...I think about those times with my dad and smile.
Treasure the simple stuff.
BV
Monday, September 03, 2007
The Grill
Posted by Brian Vasil at 10:18 PM
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It's interesting that a verbose person came from one who did not often share. Brianna is lucky to have a talker-Dad.
You touched me with this blog. I miss my mom; it's amazing how much.
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