Updated: Apr 8, 2019
I have this one memory that comes each time I close my eyes and think of my dad. It's a key memory. It keeps me connected to him.
I’m in his arms looking over his shoulder reaching to pick the steel shreds from his afro. Then I take my hand and slip it inside the front pocket of his work shirt. Yes, I think as I grab hold to my treasure...smoked almonds. He left 4 in the package just for me.
This was a weekly routine of ours...steel shreds and almonds. Every time I eat smoked almonds I remember my dad. I am so grateful for the time we had with him.