Peach Ice Cream
Peach Ice Cream
Missed Connections in New Haven
This weekend will mark two years since you have been gone.
There are days when it seems so long ago, other days it feels like yesterday.
Still there are days when I just shake my head and can’t believe it happened.
I was making peach ice cream the day you died,
this weekend I may have a scoop in your honor.
If you were here, we would be celebrating the grade I received on my most recent professional exam.
Always my advocate.
I miss you and you are not forgotten.
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Raleigh-Durham, NC: Lunar Eclipse
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I’ve had this message for some time and couldn’t bring myself to publish it as I thought it much too sad and personal. We’ve all experienced death in some form, and it seems our brain permanently associates our activity with the moment terrible news is received. Today, this message caught my eye again, and I realized that the association between activity and death doesn’t have to be a sad one. Like our poet says, it can be a way to honor the spirit and keep a memory alive.
