It’s Thanksgiving. A day to be thankful for family, friends, good food, and life’s blessings. I am thankful for what I have been given. I have an amazing husband, beautiful children, that are all healthy, strong, bright, and of course gorgeous. But there is a whole in my heart today, just like many days. Today it seems to be on fire. Today was my fathers favorite day. He wont be here today though. He will be sitting at God’s table, eating a feast like he had never even dreamt about. He left in March and everyday it still feels like it was yesterday.
Today he would have been up dawn working on a turkey that would be done way before dinner time. He would have had me tasting his stuffing, mushrooms and all. “Oh come on Sis, you can’t even taste them.” He wanted me to love them. If I could I would sit and entire plate of mushrooms with him, just to have the chance to see him again. His mashed potatoes would be lumpy. I still do that. I make them lumpy on purpose, no slimy potatoes for us. they need to have a little texture and a lot of black pepper and even more butter. He never had a potato peeler either. He used a little paring knife. He would sit in front of the T.V. with two bowls, his potatoes, and his little knife. Nothing but the stuffing, turkey, and mashed potatoes mattered to him. the rest was up to everyone else, but those were his. and the gravy 🙂 I hated gravy too. That was another “Just taste it” every year then it was “Oh you don’t what’s good.”
The man loved good food. Maybe too much they say. If he ate better he would still be here with us. But I keep thinking, he ate great food. He laughed when he cooked, he was happy when he cooked, he loved to be in the kitchen. He may have lived longer if he ate better, but would he have been happy? He used to say “You have to die from something.” I think he wanted his to be from good food and great beer.
I miss him today more than usual, but I know he’s there. I will hear him every time I baste the turkey, (which must be done every thirty minutes) every time I taste the stuffing, every potato I peel. I will know that he is there with me. I know he will laugh at my children, I know he will be here. I wish I could make him a plate, but I know his feast will be better than anything I could put on the table. I know he will be happy.