I lost my Dad last September, and I've recently been thinking about things we did together. Steak and eggs is one of the highlights of these memories.

When I was young, my Dad was in the Army. I think he was a Major (mid-level officer) at that time.

Because of his rank and position, Dad worked long hours and was often in the field (Army-speak for forced camping and training).

Our family didn't see him much due to his job responsibilities and absences, and bonding opportunities were rare.

We had a routine when he was home and had an occasional free Sunday. It didn't happen every weekend, but it was often enough that it became one of my fondest childhood memories.

During that time (the 1960s), there wasn't an all-ranks club on Army installations; there were separate clubs for officers and enlisted soldiers.

The Officers' Club was where officers could come and hang out with their fellow officers and families and get something to eat. In the evenings, you could purchase alcohol. The Enlisted Club had similar offerings for enlisted soldiers.

We would go to breakfast after church on Sunday morning, and Dad would say, "Get anything you want!" I would always order steak and eggs even though it cost a bit more, and it quickly became my favorite breakfast.

I looked forward to these special meals, and it was always a welcome surprise to go to the club because it was a rare event for us.

Hug your loved ones while you still can.

I miss those times, and I miss him, too. Rest in peace, Dad.