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.
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I believe we will meet the loved ones we lost again someday when we join them. It's too much to bear if we keep thinking we have lost them forever and never more to meet.
I don't know about this tape; I wanna hear it.
Oh, I have no clue where it is now. But I used to suck on my sheet; you were a baby and probably don't remember. But mom made me a big 'ole long tape with variations of "Don't suck on your sheet, Tisha" that I had to listen to when I went to bed. I can still hear it 30 years later.
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