Loss can hit you at the oddest times. It can be a scent, a song or an activity that can just immediately remind you of someone.
Today, it happened to me. I was shucking corn at my kitchen sink and I was instantly taken back to this moment.
I thought to myself, "Oh my gosh, the last time I shucked corn, I was watching my Grandmother teach my little girl how it was done!" I got all choked up as I pulled those husks apart. I kept thinking, "Dang, I need one of those corn silk "getter-outers" that Mommom had when she was teaching Gabby".
I miss her so much. There are so many Saturday mornings that I think, "who should I call?" and instantly, I think of my Mommom and Pappy because I often called them while making breakfast for the kids. They loved to hear what I was cooking.
So, Mommom, I tried to get all the corn silk out of the corn...but I didn't do it as well as you did.
But the corn was sweet and yummy. Mine even had extra pepper on it for you Pappy.