before she died, the very best part of any ice cream treat was as "the last bite". I'd have to agree. The last bite, so sweet and sad at the same time. The experience comes to and end but leaves you dreaming of the next one ahead. Mom was especially partial to soft serve ice cream, layered into a cake cone (not those pointy sugar cones). The last bite became the end of the cone. As long as there was a bit of ice cream nestled down in there along with crunchy cone, all was well with the world.
"My, but that's good", she'd say.
Indeed.
Life's simple pleasures, made all the more special when shared. Thanks!
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ReplyDeleteI love what you are writing about Mom. I feel so close to her right now. Overcome with things she said and did. It's like she is right here. I've found myself, in the last couple of days, saying phrases that I heard her say. I really miss Mom.
ReplyDeleteSweet memories.
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