Monday, August 20, 2012

People I love eating Wendy's then dying.

Not from the Wendy's but from a

horrible disease.
I have a vivid memory of my Dad eating Wendy's
He could hardly sit up
A few days later i said goodbye
He couldn't hear me
Maybe he could

My grandma ate Wendy's the other day
In her red chair
Where I always see her when I
Think about her

1 comment:

Eva said...

Strange what death does to us, and the things we associate with those people that are gone.

My father always ate chocolate donuts and drank orange juice. I'll never look at those things the same, and they're so ordinary to everyone else.