About 48 hours from now, bacon will be frying, homemade cinnamon rolls will be put out, and the first coffees, mimosas and bloody marys will be served.
It's time for an annual tradition- the Columbus Day Champagne Breakfast- at our camps in Vermont.
It won't be the same this year. It'll be our first one without Grampa Pease.
I'll never forget the smile he would put on his face as he surveyed the scene around him- his wife, siblings, friends, kids, grandkids and great grandkids- talking, laughing, enjoying a champagne breakfast in the fresh, cool morning air in the middle of the Vermont woods.
The look on his face was one of contentment- if I had to put it into words, it would be: "This is what life is all about. Family and friends coming together and enjoying themselves. I feel like the richest man in the world right now."
So this year, we continue the tradition in his honor. Breakfast food after breakfast food will be prepared. The champagne will flow, and cards (Pitch and Cribbage) will be played. If I know this family, a toast will be made to Gramp. I'll be more than happy to raise my glass to one of the best men I have ever known.
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