Lately, I’m attempting to eat an apple once a day. Mom and Dad came for a visit during our Spring break at the beginning of April and, since Dad had been struggling with cancer, they had been researching what kinds of foods they could eat (Mom ate mostly in solidarity with Dad) in order to treat the cancer, after surgery, in a natural way. Dad had sat down at our kitchen table with a small plate of sliced apples. “Pectin…” he said and paused, struggling to explain a concept he wasn’t an expert on. Upon hearing him mention that one word, Mom picked up where he left off and explained how pectin in an apple’s skin is very healthy. Since then, I’ve eaten an apple almost every day. And I’ll continue to.
Sorry to hear about your Dad, Sara. Sending peace and love your way. An apple a day is a great healthy way to remember him.
Prayers, Sara, as you experience your loss. An apple regimen is a mindful way to honor his memory and to stay healthy. Love the poem.