If you’ve been reading my newsletter for a while you’ll recognize that I’m writing more sporadically. My attention is pulled in some new and wonderful directions. However, I still want to use this space to write about what’s on my mind and heart. I can’t tell you when & what you’ll get these days, but the words are still flowing. I hope you’re doing well & I appreciate having you along for the ride.
Grey. Misty.
Not so frigid you need a heavy jacket, but too cold to go out without one. Trees clinging onto a handful of burgundy and golden leaves. My body reacts before my mind. First, it’s my jaw, then I feel it sink in around my heart.
The last time I saw my dad, the weather was similar, maybe a little colder and darker but, close enough that at least once a week, for the past month, my day has been hijacked, and the “rewatch from the start” button clicked before I even have a say.
I’m back to November 27, 2021. I see myself sending the text, “I’m going to swing by and grab my leftovers”. I hear the TV in my parent’s living room, see my dad wander into the kitchen and us chatting for the 5 minutes it takes me to scoop Thanksgiving leftovers into glass containers.
Recently, I remembered a candid I snapped on Thanksgiving–the last meal he cooked. I printed it out & hung it under the cabinets in the exact spot he stood when I captured it.
So on this grey, misty day, I came home, stood where he did, and we cooked a meal together.
Literal Chicken Soup for the Soul.
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What a beautiful way to honor your dad and what you needed in that moment - just beautiful 💔🩷
Maggie, A beautiful tribute to a man who loved you. D