I went to a funeral today. The Gentleman was a former colleague, someone I respected a whole tonne, had a lot of great memories but also someone I hadn’t seen in a few years. It was remarkably sad but it was the kind of sadness you feel for his family and those who were closer than yourself. It wouldn’t be fair to insert yourself into the drama and, therefore, it’s easier to move to the celebration of his memory and your shared experiences than those who were so much closer.
He was a great guy and I have fantastic memories of him.
But this post isn’t about him. It’s about a small family food-related tradition when it comes to grief. I remember attending my first funeral as a child and my Father handing me two packs of Life Savers. He looked me in the eye and said, “These things are easier when you have something to suck on.” I don’t know where he picked up that tradition but it’s one he still abides – and one that I’ve taken on.
I didn’t have any candy with me this morning (he wasn’t brand loyal); but I’ll pick up a pack or two of hard candy in the next few days and find a place to quietly reflect on the past. I almost never eat hard candy (I prefer salt and savory) but this tradition runs deep within my family and my spirit.
It amazes me how deeply rooted food os within our psychological makeup and mental health (good and bad). And I thought it might be worth sharing – “Life sucks a little less when you have something to suck on.”
Do you have any odd traditions like this?