A Cry in the Dark
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
memories....
I remember you making blueberry pies for me. Instead of using the “canned stuff” you insisted on using everything fresh. They were wonderful. Delicious. I’ve never tasted any near as good....I remember you supporting my brother’s refusal to eat anything but chicken noodle soup. Again, everything had to be from scratch. Hours were spent making the noodles. The chicken had to be cooked just so. The seasoning had to be perfect. He still talks about it 30 years later....I remember how you would re-arrange mom’s kitchen every time you came to visit. Did she ever tell you that it was almost two years before she found the pizza pans? I should have asked....I remember how you would laugh and blush when you got teased or flustered. Even when you were in your 80s, I could see the young girl in your heart....I remember the gentle, loving warmth you always carried with you. No matter how bad things seemed, you could wrap that love around me and show me that there was hope....I remember the day you told me you’d rather die than go into a nursing home. I’m sorry, some days, that you didn’t....I remember when you told me that you looked forward to your passing. You were heartbroken that your husband, your sisters and so many of your friends were already gone. I know you are happy now....I remember so many wonderful times with you. Thank you for giving me the memories....
Posted by WistfulWench ::
5:15 PM ::
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