If you knew my Dad you would know that he liked shitty beer. Not just that he didn't want to spend the money on better beer, he just genuinely liked Genny Light.
Eew.
You could have a fridge full of amazing microbrews and Dad would still go to the store to get a six pack of Genny. Then he would tell you he wasn't drinking your shitty beer.
At the family gathering after the services, my cousin's husband paid tribute to dad by surprising us with a gigantic can of Genny Light.
(Which he had stopped at the store to pick up along his way, because you can't buy that nasty shit in bars or on tap.)
(Which he had stopped at the store to pick up along his way, because you can't buy that nasty shit in bars or on tap.)
That beer got passed around the entire group of family and friends as everyone took a sip in honor of Dad.
It was a great final tribute to Dad, and I know he was having one with us wherever he is.
No comments:
Post a Comment