Last month marked one full year since Angie died. I don't mind admitting that I am very grateful for the passing of this year. I find myself thinking less about the sad last 3 months of her life and more about the things that made me laugh. Today when I was walking to my car after work, in the sunshine and 70 degree weather, I thought about how mom would love a day like this.
If I could do one more thing right now with Angie this is what it would be...
I'd call her up and here's how the conversation would go.
Me: "Hey mom, I'm coming over. Throw your glad rags on."
Angie: "Carol? What are you talking about?"
Me: "We are going on an adventure."
Angie: "An adventure?" (in a simultaneously excited and suspicious tone)
Me: "Yep! No questions. Be down by the front door in 9 minutes."
Angie: "okay...." (in same excited/suspicious but becoming more trusting tone)
And off we would head to Sheridans. A scoop of vanilla with salted pecans for me and one carmel pretzel crunch for her... "and get me some extra napkins, and a lid so I can put the rest in the freezer if I can't finish it all". We would sit in the car and eat our treats and she would look over at me and say "mmmm this is good." I would say "mmmm, mmmm, mmm, yes it is, want to taste mine?" She would of course say she did, and then I would taste hers, and we would agree that both were equally delicious.
And that, is what we would do.