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Go Steve! was posted 08/31/2006 09:09 pm by Mal
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This story reminds me of the story Darlene from Ca. posted shortly before her husband died about his trek through the dunes to see the big waves and the surfers.

It also reminds me of my last outing with my husband to the grocery store, 3 wks. before he died. His appetite had been poor but food had always been inportant to him- one of those who lived to eat not the other way around like me (although he was skinny and I'm not!).

Anyways, he was looking at the grocery flyer and he pointed at a picture of boneless rib eyed steak on sale and said, 'that looks good'. And being a frugal guy, he had never had it before, but he said 'I feel like splurging, let's go get some.' Then he saw a picture of a lemon merengue pie and said 'let's get one of those, too'. So, off we went.

When we got to the store, he was tired so he sat down on a bench near the check-out counter and started telling me what to look for and what questions to ask the butcher about the various cuts of meat, etc. Now, I knew that he would enjoy this conversation more than me and I didn't want to get the wrong thing, so I suggested to him that he should go up to the meat counter himself. But, as in most grocery stores, the meat counter was way in the back and he said that he was too tired and weak to walk back there. So, I turned my head and spotted one of those go-carts they have in the grocery store and suggested that he hop into one of those. He thought about it hard for about a minute and I wondered what he would do. This was a proud guy who had been refereeing soccer games just a year earlier. But, he got up and slowly walked over to one of those carts, sat it in, turned it on and zipped away.

I was really proud of him and he was happy to pick out his own meat while I went to get the pie. We came home and had a feast. That was the last good meal we had together.

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