Sharing a beer with my dad — One memory that I’ll always cherish is the last time we had a family barbecue while my dad was alive. We have a barbecue pit sitting in the shade next to our pond. We usually had one big cookout every year. My dad, my brother and I would get up early and get a big fire going to cook on. While we waited for the fire to get to cooking temperature, we would relax and share stories and memories and enjoy some ice-cold beer. Great memories. I miss them and my dad.