My mom had been very sick in the months leading up to her death. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t move, and she certainly couldn’t get out of bed. It was the sickest she had ever been. But one day her endless strength would change that.
My dad picked me up from work one night, shortly before Hurricane Katrina hit. I got in the truck, and with a big smile on his face he told me my mom was at home making dinner. I was in shock! Was she really out of bed? Was she really moving around? Was she getting better? Is the cancer gone? Is this a miracle?
If you know anything about my mom, you know what an incredible cook she was. From homemade spaghetti and meatballs to the best chicken gumbo in the world, she could make it all. It had been months since she was able to cook, let alone get out of bed, so this was a very big deal to us.
That night we had sloppy joe burgers for dinner. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but they were the best sloppy joes I’ve ever had. It was such a huge accomplishment for my mom, and my dad and I had never been so proud of her! That was the last meal she would ever cook, and I’ll never forget it.
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