evek

When my father was still alive and well, I visited him every Sunday for a couple of hours. He only visited me once a year, on Christmas day when I usually prepared food. In the early years we ate fondue with an assorted meat dish and later years we ate just steak and fries. He sat always on my regular spot on the east side from the dining table and I sat once a year on the west side. Now he is gone I decided to continue with this tradition, I ate steak en fries on Christmas day and I sat on the opposite side from where I normal sit. I usually don't do much of those "symbolic" things, but now I felt right. It was a good way to say goodbye to this difficult and exhausting year.