Despite the reality of letting go that funerals bring, yesterday was a nice day. Today will be a race to get ready for an evening football game and prep my entire brother in laws chicken wing requests. There is one thing America does – we export a great and unique junk food culture.
“Can you make me flavored chicken wings?”
There were two images in my head from yesterday. The first was the husband who was officially saying goodbye to his wife of so many years. He was a man that was present in the room; yet, his mind was in a place so far away. You can tell he hadn’t slept much in the past week, and while he had a smile for all – he really was missing his wife. It was a beautiful face that I wish I had a camera, as it was worth capturing the moment. I guess it is how much of us live in the world. We all have our moments and the world hurriedly and busily happens around us.
Those moments seem irrelevant to the world, but the creator of the universe somehow sees it all. He understands it too. That is what is so amazing about god, and perhaps, how foolish man is in his pride?
The second moment was a petite young lady sitting across from me at the dinner. She is not sure if she wants to be a flight attendant or an operating theater nurse. She asked many questions about my brother and his career, to which I said, “why not become a flight nurse? Get paid to do both things you wish?”
Then I sat in amazement, at how tiny a young lady could actually eat more food than her two brothers and be so thin. I wanted to find out her metabolic rate, as even her mother is amazed, “she is always eating, yet so thin.”
The rest of the day was spent with guests and friends, an occasional conversation in English and I did get to learn more about the people whose parents live European history in the war and the start of the soviet union. We all read about this in the USA, or watch some discovery show about history, but when you hear the actual voices, the glamorized versions in history books, truly become human and much closer to home.
Tonight I will work a football game and I am looking forward to doing “anything” to simply get out into the public more. But before that, I have a race to go to the Thai market and grocery store to come up with some solutions for a variety of wings. You have some picky eaters, and others that eat all. Few like spicy or hot. Others don’t like the “texture” of chicken.
I think of my mom and dad, “that’s ok, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it. Of course if you don’t’ eat it, you can’t have dessert.”
Truth is we ate pretty much everything, the reason might be if we didn’t eat something, the same plate would be placed in our space the next day until we actually ate it. eventually you get hungry and "everything" is good!
I still feel bad for my brother, he has a fish allergy of sorts – I guess iodine? Each Christmas eve, “nick, you have to eat all of that”
“But mom, I don’t want to eat the fish”
He would eat a few bites – and off to the bathroom he went. This happened for a few years until we thought, “hmm…maybe there is a correlations with allergies and fish with nick?”
Have a great day…I am off to the only place I know I can get chilis’ spices…hmm…how bout thai wings? I get to cook! Yippee!