Mother’s Day is this week, did you call your mother? It will already be too late by the time you read this, so hopefully you called your mother and that she is still alive.
Since he is the only member of my family from those long-ago nights who is still alive, I hope she will continue to be for a number of years.
As of about 15 years ago, I had three grandfatherrents, but within a six-month period after that, they were all gone. My grandfather was cooking chicken in their small lake condo’s air-conditioned kitchen as I waited in the dining room, drooling as well. His trick for making flawlessly fantastic fried chicken was to fry it at a high temperature (375F) to seal in the juice and make it completely crispy and brown on the outside. He worked a lot as a heating and air conditioning representative and still found time to make us some absolutely delicious meals when he got home from the office. My best friend and I grew up living with our grandparent landlords because my mother and mother separated when we were only 20 years old and had no money to support us. When he passed away at the age of 77, my mother created a heating and air conditioning business empire and continued to work in the industry until the very end. With all of that money, he bought 25 homes, and it will pass to us after my stepmom passes away. He will outlive me, so I might not see a dime, but I couldn’t give a damn.