Cadbury Creme Eggs and Andes Mints

I was at the pharmacy tonight picking up some antibiotics for this dreadful, snotty thing I have going on and there was a huge box of Cadbury Creme Eggs. They were always Mike's favorites, so I picked up a couple.

Last year at this time, they were among the few things Mike could keep down, so James bought dozens of them. James overbought anything Mike could eat in hopes that it would put a couple pounds on him, give the chemo time to work. I showed up at the apartment with my puny three-pack, which was dwarfed by the carton in the kitchen.

Mike made a dent in them, but by the time he came out here, two weeks before he died, he had eaten his fill. So, when James and Janet arrived the next day and began to offer the to him he made excuses at first. But word had gotten out and other people started bringing them.

Finally, he had to admit that he'd had enough.

He started to say, "Maybe next year," and realized he'd be gone long before the supply of creme eggs. Then he shrugged and a devious smile came across his face.

"Give 'em to the kids so that can have a really hyper afternoon on me."

Later, when we were alone, he asked whether the tons of boxes of Andes Mints he'd bought me had ever turned me against the candy.

I told him I probably had some deep in the boxes in the basement. I liked them at first, but it got old after 12 consecutive birthdays, 12 consecutive Christmasses, 12 consecutive Valentine's Days and12 consecutive Easters.

So tonight, I eat a Creme Egg in memory of Mike. Yummy.