A Short Story
Legacy
A true story of family tradition
July 13’s random word is family
Every Saturday morning, they would gather.
Four brothers and their sister in a booth for breakfast. The restaurant was nothing special, but it was special to them.
Sacred.
A space where meals were shared over coffee, and laughter was abundant. Each sibling’s family grew and shrank over the years. Spouses came and went, children married, and then came grandchildren.
Yet, week after week, year after year, the siblings met — a dependable, loyal crew. For it was not about the food, but the tradition…the love.
There was much joy and heartache, but most of all? There was love. So much so that as the brothers grew old, and their time grew short, their children took to meeting in that same space.
Years passed and one by one, the brothers were called home. Only their sister remained — their sister and a legacy of love and loyalty that will be felt for generations.
**This drabble is in honor of my father’s birthday (today). He and his brothers have all passed on, but their faithful legacy will be remembered for generations.
