This is beautifully written and poignant and oh, so human. And I say that as a the highest compliment because so much writing comes across as contrived that it begins to feel like the ability to write plain true words is a rare thing.
My Dad had a tumor in his stomach. As it grew, the amount of food he could hold became smaller and smaller. Hours. We spent hours just noshing on small bowls of this or that at my kitchen table. When he passed away, I couldn’t sit at that table without crying for months.
Thank you for sharing this. I followed. ❤