Every year around this time my family gets together for a weiny roast at Goldstream Park. We used to do these weiny roasts a lot when I was a child, but stopped for many years. In 2015 we had one again, and it ended up being the last one with my grandpa there. He loved it and had so much fun that when he passed the next year my family had a weiny roast to celebrate his life. We have continued that tradition since then, rain or shine, to celebrate him.
The weather couldn’t have been better, although it was a little too hot by the fire. As always my Uncle Andrew arrived at 9am to secure a spot and set up, allowing everyone else the time to trickle in around 11am. I am so grateful for the time spent with family eating hotdogs, making smores, and just sitting around the fire.
Against my better judgement, my grandma insists on feeding the wildlife. This year she brought peanuts and spent the majority of her time throwing handfuls into the bushes. It did allow me to get this cool picture (above) of a stellar jay enjoying the peanuts.
It was a lovely weekend and I went into the week feeling replenished and ready to go! The only thing missing was my little man Fang.
Joanna Lake
October 17, 2022 — 7:52 am
Cara, thank you for sharing. A very special way to commemorate your grandfather.