Friday, May 17, 2013
For the past week or so, I have had a craving for a Dairy Queen blizzard. Tonight I succumbed. I went through the drive-through, ordered a Heath blizzard, took it home, and enjoyed it ever so much.
On my first bite, it flooded over me—my memory of my dear friend, Cassie. Oh, how she loved Heath blizzards. Often she would ask me to pick up two and bring them to her home, where we would sit and enjoy every bite. I really miss Cassie. I miss our chats on the phone, in her home, and on little drives around Minnesota. I miss her stories – stories of her childhood on the farm in Wisconsin, tales of how she met both of her husbands (she was widowed twice), driving her around to see the Christmas lights, oh, and her delicious sugar cookies and apple pies. I always loved it that she called me her girlfriend.
I'm glad I chose this Heath blizzard tonight. I have loved reminiscing my memories of Cassie.