I posted here last week about the death of the love of my life, my father, Dixie Townsel, who passed on Father's Day. I post here this morning sitting at a hotel in Monticello, Arkansas, with all of my family from Texas, waiting for the procession to Megehee and, then, Dermott, Arkansas to inter my father's ashes and, then, celebrate his life with a kick-ass, all-day wake and barbecue bash. I have no doubt Dad will be right there with us, sipping on some Jack and loving being the center of attention in all the stories.
We made the decision to bury him on the 4th for so many reasons, not least of which because he served in the Air Force and will be receiving his military headstone and flag. He also loved the 4th, said it was one of his favorite holidays -- and, in that spirit, I offer again, below, a blog I wrote two years ago in celebration of one of what I believe was my father's favorite 4ths.
May your 4th, too, be marked with food, family, friends, meaning, joy and love.