Dad’s Candy
Recently I lost my father to liver cancer. He was way too young and it was way too fast. As I try to move on from this life altering event, I start to remember the little things that never seemed so important. Things like: he drove a black truck, his favorite shirt was the one with the stripes, and he was a sucker for chocolate.
My dad could have his Reese’s anytime of the day or night. It was one of his favorite things. If the grandkids came to visit they would go right for his candy stash. It was something that at the time upset me as their parent. You know the whole ruin the dinner and all. Now I look back on it and smile fondly.
I have a bag of Reese’s Pieces on my desk. I look at it and smile and think of my Dad. I will share that bag in his honor with whoever walks into my office at whatever time of day. I will also share that bag of Reese’s with any of my co-worker’s children that come into the office, no matter how close it is to dinner time.
Thanks Dad!