The last Christmas my father was alive he baked a fruit cake to bring to my house for Christmas dinner. I know what you’re thinking: fruit cake. My father loved to bake. If you’d ever eaten his fruit cake you wouldn’t turn your nose up at it.
Anyway, he only brought half of the cake. He said, “I decided to freeze half of it for you to have next year. I don’t think I’ll be here.”
Everyone pooh poohed him even though he did have some health issues, but Daddy was right. He died in March of the following year.
As Christmas rolled around my stepmother said, “We still have the fruit cake that David baked. I’ll bring it.”
Those words struck terror into my heart. How could we eat the last thing my father baked? Once it was gone there would never be any more. The cherries and nuts that decorated the top had been placed there by his own hands in a pattern of his own design. It wasn’t right to eat it!
But on the other hand, how could we not enjoy it as he had wished us to do? Wasn’t that why he cut it in half the previous Christmas?
I went back and forth in my mind for several weeks, but the issue was decided a week before Christmas. The cemetery where my father is buried hosts a remembrance ceremony right before Christmas each year. They put candles in white paper bags on each grave, and after playing a carol and having a prayer, relatives of the dead light candles in remembrance of their loved ones.
My heart felt like a lump of ice in my chest as I joined my stepmother at the cemetery. This was the first Christmas without my father. I had always been a Daddy’s girl so my father’s death, had cast a long shadow over my holiday. As we lighted the candle on my mother and father’s grave, my stepmother said, “It’s his first Christmas in Heaven.”
I thought about that for a long time. Wasn’t Dad’s Christmas far grander and more glorious that anything I could imagine? Wasn’t he singing with the angel choir as all of Heaven celebrated the birth of our Lord?
I looked at that candle, and for the first time since March I thought of something besides funerals and felt something other than loss. I felt grateful for having had such a wonderful parent. Even though we’re parted for a while, one day we’ll meet again. When we do, I intend to tell him how much I enjoyed that last fruitcake.
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