When it comes to memories, eating and drinking play an important role in how we remember time spent with the people we love.
Whether it’s a family gathering, a party with friends or a special dinner, what we eat and drink tends to stick with us. It helps us remember the good times. It’s something that every single one of us has in common.
This blog has actually been silent for a couple of weeks because I was out of town following the passing of my mother. This isn’t a blog about her life (I know she would hate that, and she probably isn’t even thrilled about me bringing her up at all, but as she loved to say, too bad, so sad).
So, what does this have to do with a liquor store? Well, in my family we certainly enjoy a good drink or two, possibly more. But the thing is, the tangible things we enjoy with family and friends don't really matter, what does matter is how those things help us remember our loved ones and good the times we shared together.
My mom definitely enjoyed her white wine. Until she retired, she didn’t have the most discerning taste. She faithfully bought her box of Jackson Triggs and that lasted her a little while. Once she did stop working though, she decided it was time to upgrade to the better stuff. I honestly don’t know if she had a favourite brand or style, she just liked white wine in general. I think her friends played a big role in helping her graduate to higher quality wines and may her desire for lifelong learning attributed to that too.
If she wasn’t drinking white wine, she was sipping on a glass of Beefeater gin on the rocks. How she stomached that, I have no idea, but she did.
Whether it’s white wine or gin, they will forever hold a place in my heart. They will always be one of many things that remind me of my mom. I’m sure the day will come when I’ll pour myself a glass of either (likely the wine) to feel closer to her. It’s a simple way to remember the good times.
Everyone in my family has their drink and they all have their own memories associated with them. My dad enjoys his whisky, usually Wisers, but he often gets a bottle of something different for Christmas. My grandfather was a Glenlivet man until he had to stop drinking for medical reasons, then he was known for his root beer. The same drink we would use to toast him in celebration of his passing. My grandmother, she loved vodka and orange juice. I don’t think she knew it was called a screwdriver, but that’s ok.
I know I'm not alone when I share these personal experiences from my life. We all have those things that make us think of the people we love and it doesn't have to be alcohol-related, it can be a particular food or even how someone takes their coffee.
If you want to share some of these stories, I’d love to share them with our readers. Comment below, send us a message on Facebook or email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.