A sentimental math equation
Coffee + Donut Holes = Super Yummy & Nostalgic
Coffee and donuts reminds me of Grandma Selleck. Actually coffee alone reminds me of her. The scent of magnolias reminds me of her. Crochet reminds me of her. They are sweet, sweet memories. It’s been so long since she died that many of my memories of her have grown faint, sadly, so it’s nice when something simple like that brings her back to mind. And I believe the recent passing of Grandma Ruby is stirring up some old feelings of pain from Grandma Selleck’s passing. I miss her.
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October 14th, 2005 at 3:01 pm
I still cry at times. I’ll never get over her. Whenever I have a tissue in my pocket I think of her. It’s strange the little things you remember.
October 14th, 2005 at 6:29 pm
I think of Marion quite often for some reason. She was a very big influence in my life when I was a teenager.
October 14th, 2005 at 8:34 pm
There is a lady that comes into my Pizza Hut every now and again that looks strikingly similar to Grandma, and each time I see her walk in its like a slap in the face (shock, not offense). I used to have vivid dreams in which she would appear breifly. Loved ones never leave your life wholly and you know you never had enough time with them. But since you loved them, you miss them…
October 15th, 2005 at 11:57 am
On one hand, memories aren’t as good as the real thing. But on the other hand, if you accept that every relationship is temporal, memories are like dessert.
I can’t thank Jesus enough, for the opportunity to see her again.
Dad
October 17th, 2005 at 11:15 am
When you deal with your enemy, try walking a mile in his shoes. In time, you’ll find you’re a mile away from him, and you’ll have his shoes!