Each year when my family reunion rolls around, I pack up the van with hotdogs, hamburger patties, grilling equipment, folding chairs and tasty beverages. If there’s enough room left, I also bring the wife and kids along. When we get to our destination, which is generally a city park on the opposite side of the state, most of the family has already arrived.

Out of regard for the oldest generation of matriarchs and patriarchs, we also pack a screen house that provides ample shade and protection from bugs. While the kids run around and play in the park and most of the adults bask outside in the sun, the elderly folks can kick back and relax without becoming weak in the heat. I’m thankful every generation of our family can enjoy a special day together.