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The Smell of Pancakes
Tony always used to make pancakes on the weekend for the kids. I never ate pancakes because I was gluten intolerant but the kids loved pancakes and sausage on the weekend.
He always asked them what they wanted their pancakes to look like. Mira would request a dog. Amy would request a cat Mira would request a violin. Amy would request a trumpet.
48 hours after Tony passed away, I was awakened at 3 o’clock in the morning by the smell of pancakes and sausage. It was very powerful and I saw who could possibly be cooking at this hour?
Amy was upstairs so I texted her and asked her if she was cooking. She didn’t answer because of course she was sound asleep.
Every night at about 3 o’clock in the morning I would be awakened by the smell of pancakes.
I told Amy to come downstairs and see if she smelled anything so she came downstairs and she said oh who’s cooking pancakes I said I have no idea.
This went on for about another week and finally I said Tony I get the message. Thanks so much for letting me know you’re OK but could you please do this a little later in the morning ?
The next morning at 7 AM I smelled the pancakes and that was the last time it ever happened.
- Diana
A Gift from a Stranger
I needed to cross the northbound lane to turn left on to the southbound lane. The line of southbound cars seemed unending. I was about to give up when a car stopped. The driver beckoned me to go in front of him. As I made the turn we waved and smiled. A gift of caring from a stranger.
- Nancy
Five New Buds
I have a Christmas cactus, which I call my Chanukah bush, which usually blooms around the middle of December. Recently, at the end of March, I saw five new buds. New life. New possibility.
- Nancy