Earlier this year, I had the idea to play along with JaneAnn Mclachlan’s October Memoir Challenge, hoping it would help me overcome
an emotional block I’ve been struggling with for several months.
This marks the year I have finally started feeling like
my dad’s death is real. Could that be the cause? Whenever I think that could be
it, I am brought right back to him and the denial again. He can’t be gone
because he’s right here in everything around me. Yesterday it was classical
music. Today it’s chestnuts.
Chestnut Brains |
They look a little like brains, don’t they?
They are full of flavor and memory; full of being barefoot
in a flannel nightie next to the fireplace, waiting for them to roast. Full of excitement of knowing my whole family would be together. Full of placing
cookies and milk in the garage for Santa Claus. (I’m not sure why we put them
there though I suppose it was near
the fireplace.)
What are your favorite holiday memories?
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