Sunday
Way back in the day, Family and I would go to Grandparent’s house each and every week for dinner.
Church + Granny and Grandpa’s = Sundays
It was what we did and how we did
& it was quite wonderful.
Many a memory was made there, forever embedded in my heart.
When Granny died at a much too early age though, those Sunday dinners ended.
Grandpa tried, but it just wasn’t the same without her
& I’m not sure why or when or how but fortunately and happily for us, Mom and Dad picked up that torch.
A revamped version carried on at our house.
Sunday dinners were always something elaborate and delicious.
A roast with all the trimmings, lasagna, a big pot of soup, ribs on the grill …
Homemade everything.
YUM.
It was by far, THE best meal of the week.
Because it was Sunday.
Sunday was a big deal day.
We would sit at the dining room, not the kitchen table, for that meal !
Seems there were always more people on Sunday
& as we all got older, friends and spouses joined in too.
Children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren soon followed.
Yep.
Sunday dinners were really, REALLY special.
Those delightful, weekly gatherings came to a screeching halt when Mom left this life
& I’m not really sure why.
Dad, Siblings and I unintentionally allowed that treasure to slip away.
We’ve shifted our get-togethers to random, ‘just because’ days instead.
Which is fine and fine but, I sometimes wish we would bring Sunday back.
It was a great family tradition that remained strong and steadfast for a reason.
Together at one table.
Talking, laughing, reminiscing, enjoying, connecting.
Hey, Sunday.
Maybe it’s time to relight that priceless torch.
🙂
