Posted by AK on August 17, 2001 at 21:33:24:
I must have opened the same cupboard hundreds of times in the five months since Rob passed away, but for some reason, I finally noticed the waffle iron in the cabinet. Who would have thought that seeing that darned thing could bring on a surge of tears?
I remember the day we bought it. It was just an ordinary Saturday, the two of us out shopping together. Rob had decided he wanted waffles for breakfast on Sunday and, as the official breakfast cook in the house, he would be requiring a waffle iron.
We searched six stores before we found his perfect waffle iron; white, round and with black handles. Complete with a heat indicating light and lots of other gadgets. I don't even know how to make waffles!
At the end of Rob's battle with cancer, pretty much all he seemed to be able to eat was L'Eggo Waffles. Five months later, I still have half a box of them in the freezer. I can't stand to eat them, but I can't seem to throw them out either. It's seems almost symbolic to me . . . throw out the waffles, throw out the memories.
I think that maybe the numbness is wearing off and the true depth of my pain is finally showing through.
Am I crazy?
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