Applesauce.
I never paid any attention to applesauce,
But after you got sick, it became a part of my everyday.
Sometimes, you would humor the nurses and me by eating your applesauce.
But that all changed once you asked me if I would like one.
Innocently, I said yes, not knowing what was to unfold.
I never planned on eating it, but one day, I wanted a light snack while at work, and there it was.
Who knew that I, was sleeping on applesauce?
The next time I saw you, I told you how I was indeed sleeping on applesauce.
Looking puzzled at first, with mischief and a grin following soon after, you asked slyly, want another one?
From that day onward you slipped me countless applesauce, all the way promising me that you were eating your applesauce.
I’d question it when you would happily and excitedly give me the two to three applesauce you were stashing.
After your passing, when I was up to go grocery shopping to honor my promise to you that I’d eat, I stumbled across the applesauce while looking for peanut butter.
Thinking nothing of it, I put it in my basket.
It’s been 7 months with you gone.
7 months since you last slipped me an applesauce.
7 months since we last debated which hospital applesauce was the best.
7 months of eating applesauce in remembrance of you dad.
And what brings a smile to my face is knowing that neither of us initially liked applesauce in the first place.
Yep…it’s been 7 months.
SideBar – An Ode to Applesauce
Jarifuller 
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