Nowadays my family only gets together for family birthdays or major holidays. When we were little we used to have Sunday dinner at my Grandpa’s house – usually consisted of grilled chicken, burgers, or brats. Us kids would run around the backyard, playing baseball, swinging on the swing set or getting loud over something trivial to which my Grandpa would reply with a loud holler from the kitchen window. I miss his holler. And the way he would say we were “Goofy”.
