One of my fondest memories of my dad was him getting the grill ready memorial weekend and making boat loads of barbecue. It was only the 4 of us, but he would cook like he was feeding an army. We would have chicken, links and pork ribs. My grandmothers, (mother who raised me) would make potato salad, beans, corn, banana pudding and lemon pudding cake.
My brother was much older than me so throughout the day; his friends would drop by to visit. My parent would always send everyone home with a plate after my brother passed away although I still enjoyed the holiday my excitement faded away. My father continued to make a feast every year, and Matt would help him, up until he passed away.
After my father passed away there were several years I did not want to celebrate. However, Matt and I always figure out something fun to do with the kids. One year we took them to Knott’s Soak City Water Park. When we didn’t have a big budget, we would have a small party at home and play games all night. One thing I appreciate so much is no matter how good or bad thing where God blessed me with an incredible husband that made sure each Memorial Day was special.