(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.