So, as I mourned my father and tried to get through each moment of sadness, I cooked for my mom. And my dad. As I tasted the food and adjusted the seasonings, I imagined my dad and what he would think of my meals. I imagined his smile and look of approval as I cooked for my mom during this terrible time. I could almost see the smile reach his eyes as he nodded and told me what a great meal I'd made and what a good daughter I was being by taking care of my mom.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon him.
May he rest in peace.