Jam from the berries you gave me last July... the same flats of berries that I told you I had finally, after 6 years, come up with a way to get them out of the flats without crushing and mashing them. I remember you laughing at me that I used my pasta strainer to do this. These two flats that I traded you for a cold can of coke and a peanut butter cookie on a hot Sunday evening... little did I know that this would be the last flats I ever got from you.
Remembering you in my heart today and everyday.
Love you more,
Mom
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