French Toast

I was just getting my second cup of coffee. Rick used the spoon for his tea so it had a little honey on it. I picked it up and felt my fingers were sticky.

Just like that. Bam!

I see Andrew about 5 years old running into the kitchen. I see him about 10 years old running into the kitchen. I see him about 18 years old walking into the kitchen. “Mom, can you make me some French toast please?”

Just like that. I find myself in a puddle of tears again. Out of nowhere. Honey on a spoon and there I go.

I miss you, Andrew. I loved making you French toast.

My God. 3 years, 1 month and 16 days have passed. I still can’t believe it.

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