A Frosty stirred a memory

Today I went to Wendy’s and got a Frosty. Don’t even get me started on the fact that I was asked chocolate or vanilla. A true Frosty is ONLY chocolate.

I don’t eat them very often, maybe once a year. I probably would not have even stopped today but I was having a coughing fit and a nice cold Frosty seemed like it would do the trick.

Every time I have one I think of my grandfather. He’s been gone 12 years this month. Sort of timely that I went today.

12 years.


I’m not sure how that much time has passed. It seems I’ve had an entire lifetime since then. I married Jason, whom I am thankful got to meet him several times before he passed. I have those two beautiful babies and wish with all my heart that he could play with them.

I miss him.

He was such a huge presence in my life. With my father gone, he worked hard to make sure I had a male role model to admire. He did his best to tell me what boys were like and how to handle them. I get a big grin on my face when I think about him instructing me to tell them to “take a cold shower.”

We had a ritual of going Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve every year to get my grandmother her stocking stuffers. It was always so fun helping him pick out lipsticks and nail polish. That special time. Just for us.

He loved Frostys.

I love you Fafa. Look down on us from time to time ok?

 me and my grandfather




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