Friday, February 4, 2011
Chocolate Milk and Donuts
Now, when my brother stops by my house during his work travels, he usually has chocolate milk and donuts with him. It's a touching tradition that my brother and I carry-on to remember our grandfather. Yesterday, as we sat at the table together, eating our donuts, my brother and I shared the story of our grandfather's deliveries with my daughter. I could almost feel my grandfather there with us, smiling. I can only hope that someday, my daughter will sit down with her children and eat donuts and drink chocolate milk and tell them about Uncle James' visits. A never ending tradition that will ensure that our family history will live on through the small moments and gestures of life.