On the date that my father died, I shopped for Norwegian gifts. I made his favorite foods, creamed corn on mashed potatoes. I pondered his life – and his death. I remembered his smile, his grace, his strength, and his love. On the date that my father died, I missed him.
Lucia Blau lives in Minnesota surrounded by reminders of her Scandinavian culture. She wrote this to honor her Norwegian father and the pride he took in his heritage.
Sadly gorgeous, I know the feeling.
Thank you for sharing.
alchemy of loss into gold
A touching tribute.
Such a powerful and loving remembrance of someone who is dearly missed.