Saturday, December 10, 2011
The last of my Mother is in the pantry: 1 1/2 boxes of the almond flavour Sweet'n Sour granola bars, a few cans of cream of mushroom soup, and that awful thickening protein powder we had to add to her milk near the end. For the last two years my Mother rolled an apple in a papertowel with a granola bar and took a bottle of water from the fridge. She would pile herself into the car before any one of us had even put our shoes on. Cottage-bound days were her favourite. Ours too.