This is something that I wrote a few days after my father in law passed away. Trevor read it at his father's funeral.
Lemon
Meringue Pie
(For
Dennis. November 23, 2012)
Anyone who has ever met my father in law Dennis
can tell you that he is a real story teller.
If you’ve spoken to him even once, you may know a few things about his
childhood- like the fact that he had Polio and the doctors said that he would
not live long-or that he once won a playground fight which gave him a
reputation as a bit of a tough guy. You
may have heard the one where he and his brother took an extra long ride on their bikes one day, to the distress of their
poor mother- or the one where his father had to wash his mouth out with soap
just for trying out a “brand new word”.
But there is one story that has always stood out to me the most. It’s hard to say exactly why. It simply goes that young Dennis was not fond
of pumpkin pie like the rest of his family, so on holidays, his mother would
make him his own pie....Lemon meringue, his
favorite. Maybe I like this story best
because it speaks to me of a mother’s love for her son. Maybe I like it because 50 years later,
Dennis’s eyes still lit up like Christmas morning as he said the words: “A
whole pie….just for me!”
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You may already know that a few short months ago,
our family was living on the Island of Samoa.
It was truly beautiful there. We loved the people. We
wore flip-flops everywhere we went. We
ate coconuts every day. It was a pretty
sweet life and we were happy. Then one
day, we got a call from home telling us that Dennis was very sick and did not
have long to live. In 4 days, we sold or
gave away everything we had and bought our plane tickets home.
In returning, it was hard to see Dennis in his
weakened state, but in the mornings, when he was feeling his best, he would be
his old self again- making jokes or telling stories. We felt so grateful to have that precious
time with him.
Then, a few days before Dennis died, when he had
almost lost his appetite entirely, when we had watched him suffer for weeks on
end, when we had all said our “goodbyes” and our “I love you”s over and over
again- there came a sort of gloomy day where it felt like there was nothing
more we could do to help him. I came up
with this idea. I told my children the
story about the Lemon Meringue Pie and we all decided to try to make one for
Grandpa.
My kids were so excited! Kai squeezed the lemons for juice, Adah helped me crack the eggs into Grandma’s
high speed mixer, and even 3 year old Noah helped by grating the lemon
peel. We were at it for hours! All the while, Dennis sat in his chair in the
corner and alternately dozed and watched all of the craziness. In the end, we were rewarded with two,
gorgeous, tall and fluffy pies that we felt quite proud of.
As I said before, Dennis had mostly lost his
appetite by that time, so I don’t know how much he could really enjoy the
taste, but he insisted on eating his pie before his dinner so he could be sure
to have enough room. We thought this was
a good sign. Of course, we all helped
ourselves to a big piece of pie as well.
I had never tasted it before. It
was the perfect mix of tart lemon and sweet meringue. I cried a lot while making and eating the
pie, because I hoped that Dennis would understand what we were trying to do and
could feel just how much we all loved him.
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In the few days since his passing, I have taken
some time to reflect on the past few months with Dennis. For my family, it has been a time of
upheaval, of relocation, of adjustment.
It has also been a time for family, a time for prayer and a time for
priorities. For Dennis, it must have
been a time of trial, a time of pain and emotional suffering. It would be so difficult to watch your own
body betray you in such a way. But I know that for Dennis and Jennene, the past few months have brought an
unprecedented outpouring of love and support from family members who visited
and wept and expressed their love, from
neighbors-who were as good as family- and stepped in to fill any need, and from Church members who called, visited,
brought meals, said prayers and gave blessings.
I will never forget waking up on a Saturday morning to find 40 people,
young and old, in the back yard mowing, trimming, weeding and pruning. When everyone was finished and gone, Dennis
pushed his walker out into the yard and remarked that he had never seen such a
turn out to a ward service project. It
made him feel like a million bucks!
In the end, it is a little hard to know how to
feel about it all. We are sure going to
miss our sweet Grandpa Dennis, but,
there has been so much sweetness to balance out the bitterness of this
difficult time. So I guess that is
how I will choose to remember it…..bittersweet-like Lemon Meringue Pie.