just over a year

I had a craving last night, after a bottle of wine, for a glass of beer. So, up from the recesses of our cellar came this Sleeman Dark Ale. It's a simple beer, but refreshing with a bitter, hoppy aftertaste, and I think I was catching some ginger and orange peel flavours. About halfway through my glass, I realized that it was the last of a collection of bottles that came from Jack's booze closet. Every day, at lunch, Jack would open a bottle of Sleeman's and take his time with it. I think it was one of the things that kept him going until a ripe old age.

(photo by Dave)

And it was one of the things I liked about Jack. He was always open to sharing a nip of beer or wine in the middle of the day. I can't remember what we were doing over the Easter long weekend last year, but I know that it's been just over a year, almost to the day, since we said goodbye to my father-in-law.

Is it strange to be remembering someone through a bottle of beer? Or is it just that it's the unexpected little things? Jack liked his beer (and his wine). I miss that about him.