Today, as I pulled into the post office and mailed my father and his wife’s package, I had a sinking feeling. I wanted to be mailing a package to my mother.
As those who have read my blog before know, she passed away just after the holidays in 2001.
During my errands, my car brought me to an Arby’s. I hadn’t eaten there in years.
My fondest memory of Arby’s was a winter’s day in the mid-1980s. As the South does when snow is predicted, my county high school canceled classes for the day. My younger sister, a city schooler, had class. So, it was a Mama and me day!
She drove us to downtown Knoxville, Tennessee. We walked around her old haunts. She told me stories of her best friend, Service Merchandise and the days courting my father. She took me to Arby’s where we ate French Dips and curly fries, then washed them down with Dr. Pepper, her favorite soft drink.
So today, I did the same. I ordered my French Dip, curly fries and Dr. Pepper. I sat in a corner, quietly cried and wrote this:
Dear Mom. Today, my car took me to Arby’s as I remembered one of the most precious days I had with you. High school was out because of the threat of snow, but Angela had school. We drove to downtown Knoxville where you showed me your old haunts. We had French Dips and curly fries. The holidays are hard when my thoughts rest on your memory. I love and miss you, Mama.