Practicing Remembrance at Our Everyday Tables
June 23, 2021
by
Sarah Hauser
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My husband teases me, because I cannot seem to remember movies. Even if I’ve seen a movie multiple times, I can’t recall the famous scenes or quotes everyone else repeats effortlessly. Usually it takes me at least thirty minutes of watching a movie again to remember I even saw it in the first place.
But meals? Meals I remember.
I remember the spaghetti dinner my family ate every week while I was growing up and the summer salads my mom made when we hosted guests. I remember the custard our neighbor dropped off for my mom when she was sick with cancer, and I remember the breakfast my family ate the morning she passed away. I remember the pot roast a friend cooked after I had a baby and the tacos another friend brought a few weeks ago “just because.”