I am already starting to forget how her voice sounds. If only the phone would ring . . . . I decided I needed to start writing about her every day so I don't forget the times we shared. For the most part, I have no regrets about our relationship, although I do struggle with the things I cannot change, viewed through the lens of hindsight.
Yesterday, I had to go to the lawyer's office to sign some more papers (does this ever end?), and on the way home, I got hungry. I hadn't eaten much that day, if any. Probably more like I had five cups of coffee and that was it. Rifling through my purse for some gum, I saw the Bruster's free single-scoop ice-cream cone card that I'd been carrying around for about a year. Why not? So unlike me, I pulled into Bruster's and thought about how both my mom and I love ice cream. I didn't even stop to look at the no-added sugar or sugar-free choices. I felt like I deserved the "real deal" to make me feel better, and I chuckled when I thought my mom would say, "Get it." Surveying the "real deal" choices, I chose White Turtle, which was vanilla ice cream with swirls of caramel and salted pecans.
"I'll take a single-scoop of White Turtle in a sugar cone," I told the voice who wanted to know how she could help me. How many calories would this "real deal" have? At that moment, I didn't care. Life is fleeting, life is temporary, and life is to be lived every moment with no hesitations.
I pulled around to the window, the window opened up, and I could hear Tim McGraw's voice as he sang "Live Like You Were Dying." My mom was telling me to "get it" as the girl handed me the single-scoop White Turtle sugar cone. I smiled.
Beautiful....
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