Most likely there would have been a family gathering, perhaps a roast, or if warm enough, steaks on the grill. The usual discussions would have taken place, about weather…family…jobs…sports. And of course, he would have a scotch in his hand, a smile on his face, and a cigar at the ready (to be lit up outside, after dinner).
Happy Birthday Dad, those of us still down here in the rat race still remember. And still miss you. You left a bigger void than you may have known or suspected. Your shoes still much too big to be filled.