Fries = Memories

I was making curly fries and dumped them on the cookie sheet. P, my 5 year old, looked up and said, 'curly fries remind me of Popsie! I love them!'

That's how it is for all of us now that my dad (their Popsie) is gone. You are going about your day and BAM someone or something reminds you of him.

Every Tuesday before my dad died, the kids and I would go to mom and dad's house for dinner! We would order pizza, curly fries and vanilla shakes from a local pizza place.

We spent so much time with them because we enjoyed our time together - not because we knew our time would be cut short!! That quality time turned out to be the BIGGEST blessing after my dad passed suddenly.

I am so happy that frozen curly fries hitting a cookie sheet made my dear daddy alive in my son's mind....if only for a moment in time!!

Has it really been over one year? Hot damn - it hurts like yesterday!!


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