Every year at this time we pack up the car and drive four hours north to my parents' place for carnival. Local families play in a hockey and broomball tournament. We see 'Bonhomme' and try to guess who he or she might be. We eat a pancake breakfast and spaghetti dinner. We sit and talk with family and friends that we haven't seen since the last carnival. We watch LOTS of hockey and cheer for the Boudreaus (we won again this year, yay!). The kids run around the arena and have fun. We have been going to carnival since I was just little. All of this takes place in the arena that my father managed for 25 years. With funding from the government they recently renovated it. It looks great and as a very special surprise they named the hall after my father. It is so wonderful to see his years of hard work and the contributions he made to his community being recognized this way. All of this is especially meaningful and bittersweet as his health has slowly been declining in recent years.
What a wonderful weekend! Feeling especially grateful for family traditions.
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