Good morning everyone! Hope your Saturday is off to a great start. This morning I am having toast with fig & ginger jam. Whenever I eat figs, I think of my Mammaw, my dad's mom.
She used to make the best ever fig preserves. Piled up on a biscuit with butter. Boy was it good. From what I'm told, she also used to give me coffee in my bottle -- more milk than coffee, of course, and sweet, just the way she liked it. Maybe that's why I prefer a latte to this day. Of course, now I choose to have a skinny latte with 1/2 tsp of brown sugar.
On my birthday, February 26, 1988, I received the call that Mammaw had suffered a heart attack. Thankfully, we were all able to visit her in the hospital, to spend quality time with her, before she passed away in March of that year. Her birthday would have been the end of January. I still think of her. Still add up all the years and imagine how old she would be today had she lived.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years