i know what they liked to eat

This is one in series of posts called “Little things count.”

From JR:

I work at an assisted living facility. Three people have passed this month; Clyde was on of them. I’m the cook and I never met these beautiful souls. But I know what they liked to eat.

Geoffrey wouldn’t eat anything but ham salad sandwiches. Nothing else. One day I made meatloaf with mashed potatoes and gravy. He ate that. It made me smile when his dish came back clean as a whistle.

Martha was on a puréed diet. I would make sure to give her the extra sweet purée dessert. My Mom was on purée before she died and wouldn’t eat anything but dessert. Loretta loved grilled cheese so she got one everyday on my shift.

Now Geoffrey and Martha and Clyde are gone and I’m sad I don’t know what Clyde liked to eat. Fly high you beautiful souls. I never saw you, but you touched my life and I’m thankful.

It’s the little things that count.

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