Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Potted Meat
When I was at the store a couple of weeks ago I saw a can of "potted meat." I had remembered my dad eating this on a sandwich when I was young. I remember having a sandwich with him, potted meat on white bread and a glass of milk. My dad died in 2004 and I love that I can go to the grocery store and many other places and find things that make me think of him. I bought the can of potted meat. Today I am feeling a bit weepy. I miss my dad, my grandkids and Ranger. I went to the kitchen for some breakfast and decided on a glass of milk and a potted meat sandwich. I went back to my office and after one bite ... i still miss my dad ... but not the potted meat sandwich. Once again, a memory of my dad has made me laugh as i spit the sandwich into the trash.
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Jen
My mother died in 2004 also. Sept.13th. The same day Ike rolled ashore. I think of her when I make pimento cheese. She loved celery stuffed with pimento cheese. It was always on the relish tray at Thanksgiving and Christmas. The last time I made it for her she said "Betty you sure did get that cheese grated fast." Funny how these little things remind us of our loved ones. Potted meat for you and pimento cheese for me. She is somewhere in my mind all of the time. She comes out in me in the words I use and the things I do. I wonder what little things my children will remember of me.
Take Care
Betty
My mother, and father both died in September. Mom in 04 Dad in 01. I see both of them in me at times. Some good, some bad. I used to tell them both I got all the bad parts. Now I see them in my children. I guess that's what they call the circle of life. :)
I enjoy your blog.
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