The bread has turned mouldy. But I do not have the heart to throw away the remaining slice.
Dolly had hosted a tea party. The toasted hearts were used as canapés. The open heart shapes were then stuffed with strawberry jam, and a McCain Smiley placed above it. The toasted wonders were then garnished with piped mayonnaise and glace cherries. We wore pink floppy hats, and a cup of tea was placed in front of all the guests – Teddy, Barbie, Bunny and Henry.
It is heart-breaking to think that I will never hear that voice again, “Gramma, tea party ….”
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Such a sad turn!
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The last line changed it all…nicely crafted!
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Thank you so much!
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Oh! Such a sad ending!
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A really poignant tale of relationships with bitter sweet ending. Good write!
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Thanks a lot!
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The starting line makes so much more sense when the last line hits you.
Loved the way you have expressed so much in so less words…
Great description of the tea party snack which should also get attention. Mind if i try it once myself? Made my mouth water. 😛
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Try your variations. Good luck!
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This one truly tugged at the heart strings. Very well written, Reena.
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At first I thought the granddaughter died, then another comment suggested she just grew up. If the former, 😦 . If the latter, at least the grandma and the granddaughter can have good memories.
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You ripped my heart out at the end of this. Nicely written!
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Gramma remains while younger ones are missing.
My mother voiced similar words recently at the death of my younger sister. Mom is 85, sister died a day after her 51st birthday on 29th Aug 2017. You piece strikes my heart!
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Oh! It is pretty recent. May you both be blessed with the strength to bear the loss! I can relate to this.
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Thank you. I have written an eulogy for her in my blog https://mullingspicewordpresscom.wordpress.com/2017/09/07/low-point-high-ground/
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My condolences. 😦
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A poignant tale indeed. The last line is very special.
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Very poignant, Reena.
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Thanks!
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What a sad loss for Gramma.
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Ouch. 😦 But that’s how much life is unpredictable. Poignant fiction.
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Way to tug on the ol’ heart strings. Just last night I prayed for God to protect my two grandchildren. Oh, I had to Google “McCain Smiley”.
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Just noticed that thet do not have a presence in the US. Have inserted pictures. Thanks for drawing my attention to it.
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Oh my. As the granma of three who are no longer such little girls, I was right there. Good story, Reena.
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Thanks!
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Beautiful and heart-breaking.
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Sweet and sad story. Nice work.
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A Very emotive piece, Reena. Loved it.
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Thank you, Varad!
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Aww so sad 😦
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That last line packs a punch Reena. Devastating.
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Yes. Why would anyone store mouldy bread otherwise?
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A lovely story, and a fine tribute to those in all families who are sadly no longer present.
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Thanks!
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