It didn't matter if it was charcoal or propane. Whether it was ribeyes or chicken quarters. Whether it was late Saturday morning after cutting the grass or Tuesday evening after school and work. I can remember the smells, especially on those Saturdays where there was a good blend of freshly cut grass, hose water, Jack Miller's sauce, and the pit fire rolling. My Dad loved to BBQ and he was really good at it. Never charred. Never under-cooked. Always just right.We were a bit nostalgic today as we had a BBQ at the house. Khaki and the family, Gigi and Nanny Wanda showed up as we honored Dad. Tomorrow it will be ten years since he passed away and it's safe to say that we all miss him. I really wish he'd be around to see the grandkids as I know it would bring him much joy.
After chowing down we spent time remembering some fun times we had with Dad. Mom had a great idea and had the kids paint their image of heaven. 
It was beautiful to see their minds work.
But today was about celebrating! We fired up the charcoals and went to town on some stuffed pork chops, chicken and sausage. I tried to baby it just like my Dad did. 
And I let Gus help, just like I so often remembered my Dad letting me help.
And I let Gus help, just like I so often remembered my Dad letting me help. After chowing down we spent time remembering some fun times we had with Dad. Mom had a great idea and had the kids paint their image of heaven. It was beautiful to see their minds work.The rest of the afternoon was spent watching the kids doing what they do best--play. 
Just what Dad would have wanted!
Just what Dad would have wanted! 
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