A dear friend of mine lost her father last week after a long illness. I found the email she sent me this morning so moving she’s kindly agreed to let me share part of it with you.
I’ve been enjoying your blogspot for the past hour. It’s offered some light and humour after a very heavy going week…
My father passed away last week, and it still seems horrible to actually write those words. He had been unwell for quite some time now. Knowing that there is no more pain for him is rather a relief. It sounds cliched to say that, but now we have lived that experience as a family, it’s so true. But gee, I’ll miss him a LOT. You can never have enough chats with those you love.
I think you would have enjoyed a chat with him about food… it was a major part of his life. Eating it, Cooking it, Growing it, Pickling it… not to mention “Curing it”. He had a very comprehensive recipe file in his memory which was passed onto him by his father, and his soups especially were capable of fixing up anything that was wrong with you – something to cool the blood, something to warm the blood… something to clear your headcold in winter…. you name it. I tried to write some of his family recipes down, as he was always telling us that if we didn’t, we wouldn’t have them when he was gone. So now I have lots of scraps of paper here and there with hastily written notes, which isn’t what I intended to happen… I was hoping to have everything neatly written in a nice book with photos. So I think I will now set myself the task of gathering all the rough scribbles together and trying to make a recipe file. It might be a good thing to do.’
What a lovely way of remembering your father. I’m looking forward to reading the finished result. My friend’s heartfelt words have inspired me to collate my own family’s recipes before they’re lost too. I hope you will do the same.