March 2nd was National Banana Cream Pie and the first official day of my father in law, Melvin’s, wake.
I didn’t know how I was going to broach the subject of ‘celebrating everyday literally’ to a bunch of people who just lost their dad, husband, brother and neighbour.
Naturally I was apprehensive* about busting out my camera and photographing a Banana Cream Pie while everyone was weeping and getting dressed to attend a wake.
*because I am not a narcissistic sociopath
It turned out I had some explaining to do about the pie in the first place, photographed or not.
It was an awful, store bought, fake ingredient, neon mess.
Melvin’s sister, Ellie, was the first to probe as to wtf I was doing with the pie.
I decided to go forth and I explain my blog concept.
She was tickled.
It turned out so was Jason, my step brother in law, Steve, my soon to be other step brother in law, and even Mila, Melvin’s eldest daughter.
There was no holds barred at this point, so I cut myself a slice, took a few photos and then a bite.
It tasted like the banana penicillin that plagued my childhood.
Ellie said she’d have some.
I went to plate a slice for her when she said “no no no, you’re not going to eat all that, I’ll help” and with that had a bite right out of mine.
Then Jason did as well.
He even went as far as to ‘hand model’ for me.
It was nice to not have to face the suffering alone*.
*tad dramatic given the nature of all participant’s current loss
Thank you everyone, for ‘taking one for the team’ 😉
When we were done eating the awful communal pie, we got ready and headed to the first night of waking Melvin.