Lemon Pie
My grandmother died yesterday. She didn't die of disease but of complications of growing old. Her bones and joints were going and her mind was going but her heart and lungs kept going strong until the end. I thought that I was ready for her to go but I'm still sad she's gone. I just keep reminding myself that she isn't in pain anymore and with her other loved ones again.
One of my favorite stories about her is from my dad's childhood. (First some background, he was born in 1939 and his parents divorced when he was 18 months old. My grandmother didn't remarry until my dad was 10. So she spent most of the 1940s as a single parent.) Money was tight but for special occasions, she would get my dad a comic and bake a lemon pie. My dad still loves lemon pie. I think I'll make a lemon pie this weekend. If I can find her recipe, I might use it.
One of my favorite stories about her is from my dad's childhood. (First some background, he was born in 1939 and his parents divorced when he was 18 months old. My grandmother didn't remarry until my dad was 10. So she spent most of the 1940s as a single parent.) Money was tight but for special occasions, she would get my dad a comic and bake a lemon pie. My dad still loves lemon pie. I think I'll make a lemon pie this weekend. If I can find her recipe, I might use it.