I cherished the holidays with my father here. He passed away suddenly at the end of October. I feel nostalgic when I’m making the Hungarian dishes he taught me to make.
I took care of him for 10 years after he lost my mother. We grew very close during that time. Every year I would buy him Christmas gifts and would take them to him every Christmas Eve knowing if I took them earlier he would just open them. Every time it snowed we would go for rides to the mountains so he could see the trees.
Every holiday reminds me of the memories he would miss.
From Pity to Praise 