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- My dad died at 43. His friend texts me every year a photo of the last beers they shared together. (businessinsider.com)
A “Lite” Reminder: How a Beer Can Keeps a Father’s Memory Alive for 39 Years
NIAGARA, NY – For Denise Warner, a 52-year-old now living in England, February 18th isn’t just another day on the calendar. For the past 39 years, it’s been a day marked by a unique and heartwarming tradition: a photo of an unopened can of Miller Lite, sent faithfully by her late father’s best friend, Tommy. This isn’t just any beer; it’s a poignant memento from the last pack her dad and Tommy shared, a bittersweet reminder of a bond that transcends time.
Denise’s story, shared in an “as-told-to” essay, paints a vivid picture of a father who found joy in the simple things, especially when it came to his kids. Growing up in Niagara, New York, Denise recalls her dad and Tommy, both factory workers, settling into lawn chairs in their garage. There, with a couple of beers in hand, they’d provide a hilarious running commentary as Denise and the neighborhood kids – many of them family – played every sport imaginable in their expansive yard.
While Denise admits their relationship wasn’t always close in her early childhood, a pivotal moment arrived when she was 14. Her mother’s move to Florida for a new restaurant venture left Denise and her father to navigate life together.
This period, she explains, forged an unbreakable bond. From watching football and perfecting his Fettuccini Alfredo (still the best, she insists) to a memorable pizza delivery from a friend that revealed her dad’s uncanny ability to know when she’d skipped school, these years were filled with warmth and laughter.
Tragically, this newfound closeness was cut short when her father was diagnosed with esophageal cancer at just 43. Despite his long-standing stomach issues, he had resisted seeing a doctor until it was too late.
The tumor, too large to operate on, led to a heartbreaking battle with chemotherapy and radiation, culminating in his passing months later. It was Tommy who drove the family home from the hospital that fateful day.
Shortly after her father’s death, Tommy sent Denise the first photo of the beer can. It was one of the remaining beers from the pack he had bought to share with her dad in their beloved garage. And so began the annual tradition, a simple yet powerful gesture that has kept her father’s memory alive for nearly four decades.
Instead of being a day of sorrow, February 18th has become a celebration of the “endless happy memories” Denise shares with her dad. She cherishes the image of him out in the yard, playing with the kids, a stark contrast to other parents who might have been occupied with more “responsible” tasks inside. Her dad, she remembers, was “where the fun was at.”
Everyone knew and loved him, and that yearly photo of a single beer can serves as a beautiful, constant reminder of the special man he was. It’s a testament to how a small act of remembrance can endure for generations, keeping a loved one’s spirit vibrant and alive.