I allow myself a lot of remembering and a little crying. Nineteen months and counting. That's progress, I guess, as I am not counting the days any more.
He would be in his glory during the holidays. The food. The festivities. The Christmas movies. The Christmas commercials! The older he got, the more sentimental. Kate and I would tease him ... "Dad! Come quick ... here's an aluminum foil commercial for the holidays" Ha ha ha!! Back in the day, those AT&T commercials and Hallmark commercials got him every time.
Last night I was invited for dinner and made his famous (only) dessert. This couple had never met him ... but based on eating the dessert (after a FABULOUS turkey left over Shepherd's Pie) wish they would have!
Famous Chocolate Wafer Icebox Cake. It just wasn't as wonderful as when he would make it ...
My mom used to make that desert all the time! Isn't it amazing how those visual ques can bring back so many memories.
ReplyDeleteI think you're doing extremely well with your 'widow's work' for only 19 months out.
Ha ha! It's interesting how many people I've heard from who's mother or grandmother made this. A tale as old as time!
DeleteThanks for thinking I'm doing well. Being busy helps, I think.
I think the second year is the hardest by far. That's when the ugly, sad, painful phenomenon sets in--it's called reality.
ReplyDeleteYeh. And I don't like REALITY. Do you EVER get used to having him not be here? I don't think so.
DeleteOh, Goodness! I'm glad this cake is on the other side of this screen. Ditto to Jean's comment about your 'widow's work'. I admire the way you are transforming your sad loss into a good life, tailor made for you.
ReplyDeleteWhen am I going to get serious and remove these extra FIFTY POUNDS. I have no discipline. But I'm not going to even think about it until I hit the island filled with fresh fruit and vegetables. And more walking ...
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