In the weeks after my mother's death, the massive amount of food delivered to my dad and I was dwindling. I took it upon myself to do the cooking- something I had little knowledge of doing. Every night was battle as I tried to keep the panic of not knowing what I was doing down so dad didn't worry about me. It was also during that time I realized how much I needed my mom. The saddest nearly made me give up entirely.
I couldn't go on like that.
Another activity I took upon myself was cleaning out the kitchen of anything we didn't need- including food.
I started with the top shelf of the pantry where the canned vegetables were. I had never prepared veggies out of can- mom did that- mom did everything that pertained to the kitchen. So naturally I was curious as to how to cook them.
I looked to the directions and there it was- microwave in a bowl for two to three minutes.
IN A BOWL.
FOR TWO TO THREE MINUTES.
There is truly hope in the Jolly Green Giant.
Yes, as I held the can in my hand I felt the overwhelming feeling of...hope. We might just survive this. Hell, someday we might even thrive. Almost every night we had these miracles in a can. Whether it was corn or green beans, it didn't matter, our stomach and peace of mind were filled.
Hope is essential in this life. Even if you have lost faith and love, hope is still there saying there will be better day. Sometimes hope doesn't come in a huge miraculous moment; sometimes hope comes in the ordinary, when you need it the most, when you're so far down in a dark hole looking for any small light. Hope can be found in the smallest most unlikeliness places- you just have to look.