Day Number 62 of ‘celebrating everyday literally’ & Day Number 2 of my father in law Melvin’s wake.
James had kept me in the loop with medical updates and everyone’s spirits over the past two months. I knew Melvin’s health was declining quickly, but on some level I still held the hope that something might turn around – our family couldn’t possibly be this unlucky. If you don’t have hope, you don’t have anything.
Nevertheless, part of me knew when I said goodbye to Melvin in January to head back to Vancouver for school, it would be the last time I saw him.
Seeing Melvin’s urn and the little shrine composed of his favourite sweater, tea cup and a smiling photo made his death ‘all too real’ as they say.
Even harder than processing my own grief surrounding Melvin’s death, was having to watch his daughters in such pain and not being able to do a god. damn. single. thing. about. it. How deeply I wish I could take it from them, it was overwhelming.
Apart from all the pain and tears and suffering it was
NATIONAL TARTAR SAUCE DAY ! ! !
(Is this Kermit gif being overused? I don’t even care because I have no idea how to segue from the heart ache over Melvin’s death to Tartar Sauce, as nothing is ‘right’ about any of it)
The wake ran from 2-5pm and then 7-9pm
In the two hour window, the entire family unit went to the ‘hotel’ for dinner.
This was my opportunity to squeeze in some celebrating and score some Tartar Sauce.
Which I clearly did.
It was nice to get the chance to have a conversation with Melvin’s brother, Keith during the meal about his relationship with his brother and his story of loss.
I found myself drawn to Melvin’s siblings throughout this entire process. I could relate to their grief on a more precise level, whereas
James and his sister Hannah were more aligned with Melvin’s daughters, having lost their father around their age, to cancer as well.
As for Tartar Sauce… sure. Mayo & relish mixed together is a – ok in my books.