When we were growing up, Daddy did all the cooking.
And as my Jacob says, “If you were hungry, it was your own fault. ”
Papa as he calls him, has always made sure everyone had plenty to eat.
He is even famous in the family for making lunches. I cannot say they are traditional, but they definitely make for a heavy sack.
When my brother Johnny was alive, he framed houses and worked close to home at times.
It was not unusual for Daddy to pull up in his big red truck he named “Boodreaux” on a jobsite and hand Johnny a sack.
What was unusual, however, was what the sack contained. We have laughed about Johnny opening his sack to find famous contents like a butterbean sandwich.
As Johnny got teased about his Daddy bringing him lunch, he could shrug it off with a simple “Yea, he loves me”.
And Daddy did.
So when Johnny’s son Luke called Papa last week and asked if he would fix him a lunch, Papa was more than ready to fill up a sack.
I believe Daddy said he put vienna’s, snack cakes, and even an egg mcmuffin in that bag.
No butterbean sandwich. (I did ask for the sake of my readers.)
Daddy was so pleased about being asked, he looked at me and he smiled.
When he said, “It seemed like old times…”, I knew exactly what he meant.
He had to share the story with me. And I had to share it with you.
So here’s to my little brother Johnny.
We love you, we miss you and you still make us smile.
Even over something as simple as a sack lunch.
I am so very thankful for you, your boys and last but definitely not least-butterbean sandwiches.
Don’t laugh brother,