... my brother's birthday. I have been thinking of him all day. For a number of years, since our dad died in 2000, I have mailed my brother a gift card to go some place for ice cream on our dad's birthday, to celebrate the man who did love to eat a bowl of made-from-scratch peach or strawberry ice cream when fresh fruit is in season. Several days ago, I sent a gift card to my sister-in-law, and hope she took the peeps some place to sit and lick a big drippy cone and think about their grandpa. He was so crazy about those little people, and took such delight in spending time with his grandkids.
Some years ago, I realized that when your mom is gone, there is no guarantee that there is anybody who will remember or help you celebrate that day. I wrote him a card to let him know that I did, and would remember. Now I am remembering the card he sent me some years ago that had a picture of a dill pickle on the front. On the inside the wording was something like: 'bet you never expected to get a pickle for your birthday, didja?'
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