Eat a Maple Bar for Gramps - Since Dec. 26, 2010


Last night, Gramps passed away.

I knew it long before I received a late call from my teary Mom.

I had an unusual amount of energy all night and was restless in bed for hours while Amanda slept. Most of that time I thought about Gramps and his passing in such a spiritual way that I can't really explain. I felt clairvoyance while he was dying on the other side of the country.

When my phone rang, I knew it was Mom to confirm the news.

This morning, Amanda and I walked to the Amish town of Grabill to buy donuts, specifically maple bars.

To modify a quote from my favorite Christmas movie: "Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my grandfather was a maple bar man." Gramps loved maple bars nearly as much as he loved Grams. Mom told me that when she was helping them move out of their last home, she found maple bars hidden all over the house. When I'd visit my grandparents in Palm Desert these past years, we'd always spend the morning watching Grams play tennis while eating maple bars for breakfast.

So, we ate maple bars this morning for Gramps. I hope you treat yourself to the same.