My father loved chocolate kisses. Therefore, when he arrived at our house in December we filled a basket full of them and he would have his daily fill of chocolate kisses. The day finally came when he was no longer interested in eating them and he would call Charlotte over to his bedside and place one in her hand. She became very proficient in asking for them until the basket was empty.
The process of grief can take sweet forms too. We made a trip to *Target* and purchased bags of chocolate kisses which were poured into a silver-plated bowl. They were set on a pedestal beside my father at visitation Tuesday night.
Handfuls of sweet chocolaty remembrances.
Daddy would have liked that.