Of all the places to grieve – why would it be Food Basics?
Seriously – today I phoned the lawyer, the appraiser, the banker, the butcher, the candle-stick maker – and it was all good. They said, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
I replied, “Thank-you. He had a good life and my brother and I were there in the end holding his hand. He was in no pain. What more could one want?”
Confidently, I moved forward to take care of my own family. I gathered the grocery bags – thought nothing of it other than, boy after three weeks of no groceries, we need food. I gather the grocery cart and maneuvered it from the parking lot (thinking how good I was to save the staff from one “rogue” cart) into the store. To the right of me were towers of snacks – to the left piles of fresh items on sale.
I selected my usual apples, bananas, and fresh veggies… and then I hit the meat isle. It started then. Should I buy fish for Dad? What kind of fish was available? Should I buy pork for Dad – what kind of pork was on sale? Dad could eat pork as it was soft. The roast beef on sale threw me the first curve ball … Mom’s last request: “Mom, is there anything I can do for you?”
Mom: “There are two lovely roast beefs in the freezer – please cook them.” (hence the thought that this would be Dad’s first meal in Heaven).
Off to the next isle – I spot the pudding. Ana asked me to pick up more pudding for Dad. Pudding was his evening snack with pills. I rolled the cart quickly past that isle thinking, “oh, man, I hope I can hold this together.”
Sausages – crap – that’s what Tessie cooked him every morning. Move on, Stacey.
Yogurt – Dad needs some to blend for his morning shake … crap… move on.
Cream – um… well.. move on.
Cauliflower for soup –
Ice Cream for the kids so Dad can offer them some sweet trea…. forget it…
Gatorade is on sa…
I’m out of here.
I could barely hold it together. Imagine – of all places to fall apart – why would it be the grocery store?
Dad: You were right. It was roast beef.
Stacey: I bought one today, Dad.