GOD bless them and you and yours. Mike
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Taken from The Guideposts, and written by Barbara Altamirano
The cupboards were empty. So were my parent's bookshelves, their closets, their dressers. The garage was crammed with musty boxes of books and dusty CDs, racks of clothes and stacks of dishes. Everything was ready for tomorrow's tag sale. The accumulation of a lifetime. My parent's house would stay in the family...my brother-in-law had bought it...but it wouldn't be the same without them there. I couldn't help feeling sad. There's be no more big-band music playing on the stereo and no more Chex mix baking in the oven.
Chex mix. The one and only recipe Dad knew. I had nearly broken down the last time I was here, not long after his funeral, when I pulled a stale box of cereal from the cabinet to throw away.
My Dad was from the generation that believed women did the cooking and men fixed things. But he loved that snack of cereal, nuts and pretzels, and Mom would only make it when company was coming. So he boldly tied on an apron and learned to make it himself. He dropped Chex from the name and just called it mix. You always knew what he was up to when that sweet and smoky aroma wafted from the kitchen.
"Dad's mixin' again," we'd say.
After Mom passed away, three years ago, Dad stopped mixin'. I wasn't sure why. I knew he was lonely living on his own. He ate with my family and enjoyed spending time with his grandkids. But I sensed a change in him. I suppose he'd felt the way I did now...as though nothing could be the way it was before.
My 11-yr. old daughter had come with me to help organize the last of my parent's things. I asked her to put a pair of shoes in the bedroom upstairs that was going to be my niece's.
She came back down with an odd look on her face.
"Mom, are you cooking something?" she asked.
"No, why?" I asked.
"It smells upstairs," she said. "Like the mix Papa used to make."
I went up to see. It hit me halfway up the staircase. That aroma. Sweet and smoky, filling the air the way it always did just before the oven timer went off. Chex mix. There was nothing in the cupboards or the oven, but now that he was reunited with Mom, Dad was mixin' again.
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