Whipped Ice Cream

I have fond memories of

eating ice cream with Grandpa Kay.

He loved to have his ice cream every night after dinner.

Vanilla ice cream with Hershey chocolate syrup.  

Lou (Grandma) would throw it in the microwave

for a few seconds and whip it, 

basically making a milk shake in a bowl. 

Growing up we were in the same ward as my Grandma

and I loved sneaking into the library with her,

sitting by her in the pews at church,

walking by and giving a quick hi and listening to her sing the hymns.

She doesn't have a pop star voice, but it is a good voice,

unique and I love listening to it.

Going to town, playing back yard baseball

participating in many games of "Oh Hell,"

family dinners, spending the night, cupboard cleaning in the summers,

camping trips in the trailer and many, many holiday dinners.

Tonight we had ice cream and in memory of Lou
I had it whipped.  Emotions ran strong with my
simple bowl of ice cream.

Tuesday night Lou had a stroke.
It's pretty bad, it's pretty scary and I am
really FAR AWAY.  I leave on Tuesday, but until then
I wait and worry and pray that the same grandma
will be there when I get there...but I don't think that will happen.
She was healthy...walked daily, swam 3 times a week and had
an active life style.  It wasn't supposed to happen this way,
not to my Grandma.
I think I am still in a daze.  Being so far away,
not seeing what is going on, makes it so that it doesn't seem real.
I sat and played "How Great Thou Art" on the piano...it's her funeral
song.  We used to sing it to her every time we were all together.
She always said that it did her no good for us to
sing it to her after she was "dead."

So for now, I sit and wait.  Tuesday can't come soon enough.
And in the memory of Grandma
I think I might have a lot more whipped ice cream.