Grape Jelly

It is a familiar view…

Every morning my Dad had bacon and eggs with two pieces of toast…always with grape jelly.  I remembered that this morning, two or three decades later, as I ate the same breakfast (minus the bacon).  A wave of sadness came over me as I saw his face in my mind’s eye and again realized that my father and I didn’t know each other.   I think we wanted to but just didn’t know how to go about such a daunting task.  Instead we pretended a type of polite friendliness which kept us at the surface of who we might be. Continue reading “Grape Jelly”