My mom’s side of the family is descendent from Italians. Sunday barbecues were always full of yelling, shouting and cursing at each other. I miss those times.

My mom’s side of the family is descendent from Italians. Sunday barbecues were always full of yelling, shouting and cursing at each other. I miss those times. By the end of the day, everybody would hug and kiss and say goodbye until next Sunday.