Ok, now it's bad

Today the taco time lady told me I needed "like, a frequent flyer card or something".

I'm so glad you were paying attention....

Yesterday I was explaining Hope's language assignment to her. There were a few sections, so I went though all the directions. When I was done, I asked if she had any questions. "Yes.....how did Harry Potter get that scar on his head?"

Is it bad that lately the Taco Time drive-through lady doesn't need to ask what I want to drink or if I want hot sauce with that?

I Forget

So, I finally wormed the real Chex Mix secret out of Bryn. It was fairly close to what I already had tried, but a little different. I made one batch and tried to improvise a little; it wasn't real great. So I made another and followed what I was supposed to do. As I was eating it, I thought "So does this taste like mom's?"

In all honesty, I don't know. I can't remember exactly what her Chex Mix tasted like anymore.


No big deal, right? But what else have I forgotten? Do I remember all her goofy expressions? Or the way she used to run up the stairs with her hands tight against her chest.....

Will there be a day I can't instantly picture her in my mind? I always can look at pictures, but will I one day have to rely on them?


In 30 years, will I still be able to hear her laughing?

I'll always be able to hear her voice thanks to the "quit sucking your blanket" tape she made, trying to get some subliminal messages to work. But what else, what other memories that I formed in the 27 years with her, will I lose in the next 27.


I hate this. I don't want to forget.