A human life is a story told by God.
~Hans Christian Andersen
It's been one year since my father passed away
it's a little easier these days
memories can be appreciated with a smile and not so many tears
This past month Rich our 80 something neighbor lost his wife to cancer.
Terrified when I saw the ambulance, police and fire was at his house early one winter morn.
I cried in relief when I found that Rich was alive,
I cried for his loss
I cried for my father
Rich is an ex NY cop gone country
Gabriel lost his grandfather, he adopted Rich.
Rich and Gabriel get along like 2 peas in a pod
the elder teaches the younger
he teaches him how plant onions and how to safely clean his rifle
Gabriel soaks it all in...there is a sweetness in their friendship
the 70 year difference is just a number
We brought Rich a basket filled with warm soup,bread and a newspaper
hoping it might nourish his mind and spirit
I hug him
he hugs me back
he loves to talk...a story teller that he is...
my mind drifts as he tells his tails usually from the good ol days
yesterday he knocked on our door
his eyes not as red from grieving
hands us the empty soup pot
and the basket filled to the brim with potatoes.
Potatoes that Gabriel helped him plant last spring
I smile thinking to myself...small world, God must know a thing or two
dad loved them boiled with a sprinkle of parsley
As a young boy
Bestemor put warm potatoes in his pocket when he walked to school to keep his hands warm in the frigid Norwegian Winters
Dad would have to eat them sometimes for breakfast, lunch and dinner during the 2nd world war
as most Norwegians
Potatoes + Norway = Love
remarkable what a basket full of potatoes
it can fill your belly
pinch your heart
and warm your soul
and even though you couldn't tell a fairy tale to save your life dad
your story will always live on in my heart
...I miss you pappa