For many years now we have celebrated Father's Day with a lobster feast in my parents back year. This a continuation of the many lobster feeds held in my grandparents yard when I was growing up.
There have been years when the entire clan was in attendance. This was not one of them. Our numbers were down. Daughter Chris and her family were off at a soccer tournament several hundred miles away. Daughter Amy and her brood could only come for a few minutes as they had other plans. Rebecca was too far away. My brother was away on business and his youngest son has moved to southern B.C. My sister's boys live very long distances from here.
It was a diminished crowd but we soldiered on and ate our way through as many lobster as we could.