Once upon a time..... We had a little cake on a hot summery day... The fresh, pink icing swirled just so.... Somewhere my gramma had found the little round sprinkles that barely stick on without rolling all over the gray, Formica-topped table...
Large spiraled bottles of Double-Cola, the off-brand of choice in our family, sat open, ready to pour on the ice cracked from aluminum trays. Multicolor aluminum glasses would soon hold court over the party. Our family spared the cola, just one precious half bottle per afternoon.... If any at all.
------ and then that happiest of little cake parties is gone, vanished...... Should I stand like that long ago little girl, clutch my heart, and cry the forsaken, left alone and lost sob of a scared child? Probably not...
In place instead are other treats, other parties, other dear ones to share our lives....
Memories are gifts to help us, not debilitate with sorrow, nostalgia, regret....
Enjoy.... it's so short a ride.....
Large spiraled bottles of Double-Cola, the off-brand of choice in our family, sat open, ready to pour on the ice cracked from aluminum trays. Multicolor aluminum glasses would soon hold court over the party. Our family spared the cola, just one precious half bottle per afternoon.... If any at all.
------ and then that happiest of little cake parties is gone, vanished...... Should I stand like that long ago little girl, clutch my heart, and cry the forsaken, left alone and lost sob of a scared child? Probably not...
In place instead are other treats, other parties, other dear ones to share our lives....
Memories are gifts to help us, not debilitate with sorrow, nostalgia, regret....
Enjoy.... it's so short a ride.....
