I was walking in Shoprite the other day. As I came up the aisle with the pancake and waffle batter, I got a huge whiff of syrup. Since I don’t eat breakfast, it has been a minute since I smelled that sweet enjoyment. The next 20-40 steps were emotional. At first I was happy cause I had this vision of so many great breakfasts you cooked for us at 988. The perfect eggs fried so great, the bacon coming off the griddle that caught the grease that looked like you worked in a diner after it was all over, toast toasted to perfection. Scrapple just right. Anything you made you was good for breakfast. Always about 10-20 pieces of French toast or pancakes. I swear. I would have 2-3 plates. I can always remember that scene. It’s always sunny for some reason. There’s a little chill coming through the window as you were whipping up so much magic. 1060 playing in the background,. I am sure after I left the house a few things played on the radio as you got into sports radio. I can just taste that great food in my mouth. Knowing how I eat, once that food was presented, it was over. I wish we stopped and talked more. More about our dreams, our hopes, our concerns, our thoughts. I see more and more how much talking is so important in so many aspects of life. How getting your emotions out as a young child can lay the foundations for a lot more positivity and an overall better life. It was like we were all go-go-go and I wish we had slow-slow-slow. Before we knew it we were heading off to college and a life of quick/rushed/minute-maid breakfasts. Lisa took Kane and Ace to Uncle Bill’s pancake house. I always loved the picture she took of you and Kane eating breakfast. It was always just so “you” and just so enjoyable. I wish you had so many more of those mornings back. I wish you could enjoy those sweet pours of syrup and I wish we could enjoy the sweetness you gave our lives. I miss breakfast with you my friend. I would give up anything to sit down at that brown multi-colored table, and just look over and see your smile and warm inviting expression. Not a care in the world other than your family being safe, fed, and together.....for breakfast and love.

"Kindness is like makes life taste a little sweeter." Carla Yerovi



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