2008-02-15 
 

grilled cheese and gram

I remember my Gram making me grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. I'd be visiting her and my Gramps down Cape over the summer and it was one of my favorite lunches. I'd sit in the kitchen with my hot elbows sticking slightly to the plastic tablecloth and watch her get everything together. Each time she put the plate in front of me, she would ask how I wanted the sandwich cut. She always gave me the triangles I requested because she fully understood that the way you cut a grill cheese affects your perception of the taste.

Today I visited her in the hospital to make sure she ate some of her lunch. She's a lot fuzzier these days than the sharp witted woman I remember from even just a few years ago.

Lunch was a grilled cheese, and she only agreed to eat it after I'd cut it into triangles for her.

We're coming full circle and that makes me strangely happy and sad all at the same time.

Labels: dose of mikey, spirit

* posted by me at 4:58 PM

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