Before last Saturday, the last time I had eaten ice cream was back in the summer of 1998. My mother and I were visiting my younger brother in Florida. With all three of us being diabetic, eating ice cream was off the table for us. You kind of learn to live without it.
But my brother had found some diet ice cream. It had some kind of fake sugar in it. It was cherry cordial ice cream and for something that wasn’t the real thing, you know, fake, it tasted good. I remember my mother and I having second helpings.
I hadn’t thought about that in years. My daughter took me to the grocery store last Saturday and with cherry cordial ice cream on my mind, I decided to get a pint.
It was the Kroger brand—low fat and low sugar. I worried about it melting as I got the rest of my groceries.
That night, I had a little of the ice cream—not a bunch, just a little more than a scoop.
I thought of my mother while eating it. She’s been gone 14 years now.
I wished I could have called her and told her what I was eating. Better yet, it would have been fun to share it with her. While eating the ice cream, I started to feel sad.
I’ve still got that memory of my mother and me eating ice cream in Florida. Sometimes memories just have to do.
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