Last night I dreamt my father was still in the hospital. Despite the doctor’s protests, he got out of bed, started brushing his teeth, took a shower, shaved his face. I woke up thinking he was still alive, getting better, feeling hopeful. Like I did on this day.
One of the most difficult things this last month has been being apart from Abe. With his brand new job, I’ve had to deal with almost everything alone. One of my favorite places in Los Angeles, M Cafe, offered for me to pick up an order so I could bring it to his office and we could spend some time together.
Just as I got the generous to-go order they arranged, I received a text from Abe saying he had a last-minute meeting, right when we were supposed to have lunch.
I’m ashamed to say, I did not take the news well. Sorry for getting snippy, honey.
Wound up eating by myself, in the car. Despite my frustration, I was still able to listen to my stomach and stop when I was full.
A few bites of each of the summer salads – Greek with Tofu “Feta,” Curried Cauliflower, and Green Beans Gomae
…the four pieces of sushi that had fish in them…
…and half of the best Kale in the world.
Eating these foods made me feel instantly better, and I decided to leave the entrees for Abe to enjoy the next few days, while he’s working late. His favorite, the Big Macro…
…and the Macro Meal – brown rice, tofu, steamed veggies, hijiki seaweed, house made pickles, and carrot ginger dressing.
Then I drove it to his office…
…and put it in the fridge.
Across the street was a post office – I actually had a few packages to mail…
…and by the time I got through that long line, Abe was done with his meeting too!
I could only see him a few minutes, but I did get to check out the Huffington Post Live studio…
…and later on, Abe texted me this photo to show me I was appreciated, and that he was well-fed.
My father was such a dependable dude. He was the guy who chauffeured me around to all my auditions in NYC, let me sleep in traffic, waited with my shopping bags at the mall by the mannequins. Now it seems clear – nothing in life is certain, not even my father. I wonder who he relied on? I’m learning that answer for myself, now.
Even though I can’t be with him, or Abe, in the flesh, I think both of them feel better knowing I can look after myself, and still find gratitude during these deep pockets of sadness. Thank you, M Cafe, for taking care of us through good times and bad.