The Q life Grief Journey

Some people find comfort in routines, but for our family, Saturday has become something much more; it’s a tradition, a rhythm of love. For years now, my husband and I have cooked dinner and dessert on Saturdays, opening our table to any of our family members who are able to join us. It’s simple, but it’s one of the things that makes life rich.

For Quinten, Saturday quickly became his favorite day of the week. Without fail, he would show up right at noon, the exact moment the city tests its tornado sirens. In fact, we all came to think of that siren as “the Quinten signal.” When we heard it, we knew we’d soon see him walking through the front door, ready to laugh, eat, and share stories.  He looked forward to asking everyone about their week.

Those afternoons were filled with good food, conversation, and always, always a game of Uno after dinner. The table would be filled with playful teasing, competitive streaks, and laughter that seemed to echo long after the cards were put away.

What I hold closest to my heart is not just the meals we shared but the joy Quinten brought with him each week. He never came just to eat; he came to be with us. He came to make memories. He came to make sure that family time was celebrated.

Now, when I hear the sirens on Saturday, I don’t just think of the city’s test. I think of Quinten’s smile, his presence, and the way he made Saturdays sacred. These gatherings, these traditions, are the kind of treasures that keep his spirit alive in our hearts.

It’s a reminder that family isn’t just who we are, it’s what we choose to show up for, week after week.