My dad, Ed Gerard, was a Duckhorn man through and through.
At every holiday meal, he brought people together — friends, family, neighbors, colleagues, even strangers. The door was always open. Sharing his favorite bottle felt like sharing a secret, an invitation into something richer. His wife Sue was always by his side, ready to pour. They loved to entertain.
He was a connoisseur in the truest sense. Dad kept a bottle of Duckhorn Merlot in his private wine locker at Morton’s in Cleveland — part of his personal stash, always ready for a good dinner with good people. A great steak, a great story, and his bottle. That was his signature.
My husband Tom is a classically trained chef — executive chef, Marriott; now VP of Food and Beverage for Commonwealth Hotels. Dad loved that Tom was in the business, though he never hesitated to offer direction. From how to spiral-cut a hotdog to achieving the perfect sear on a steak, he had an opinion. And always a Duckhorn pairing to match.
In 2022, Tom and I visited Napa Valley. Dad made us promise to stop at Duckhorn. We were captivated — the grounds, the people, the wines. That visit became our first wine club membership, and the beginning of an annual tradition. Every year since, we’ve come back and brought something home to share with Dad and Sue: a bottle, a shirt, a small token of the place he loved.
In 2024, we lost them both, just months apart. At the celebration of their lives, the stories came easily — travel, laughter, great meals, and the familiar debates over which cheese paired best with which wine.