The Name on Our Lips

Lately, JM keeps coming up. A couple of weeks ago, I grabbed a frozen soup container from the freezer to have for lunch. I thought it was my enchilada soup, but it turned out to be the venison stew that JM made earlier this year. A couple nights ago, Noah asked if anymore of JM's soups were in the freezer. He was especially hopeful that the cream of mushroom with the bacon was in there. It was! Today on the ride home, he came up again. It's weird when someone was part of your life for a while and then you go missing them. They are a memory and a time or season, but no longer the one in the kitchen making the soup, stocking the freezer until next time, or sitting at the table as you enjoy a meal together. Instead, they become the person you say, "Remember that time when we were here with JM..."

Yes, I remember because his name is still on my lips as I share my memories, too.

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