I never had to check on you to make sure you were doing your part to complete your assigned dishes. You were not only a wiz at making dips and appetizers, but you made the best mac and cheese, ribs, roasts, salsa pork, soups, and you could even make an awesome cake. Your abilities in the kitchen were limitless. For over 20 years you were there for me.
The thought of going on without you makes me so very sad. How can you replace a 20 year relationship full of so many fond memories. You were there for me through all the milestones. At all the family events I would look across the room and see you in your flowered finery with your red lining working faithfully to make each event a culinary success.
On your final day with us, when I held your broken form in my arms, I knew my heart was broken. The last few years I new you were becoming frail, and it was becoming harder and harder for you to mend. You showed the scars from falls and broken appendages, but this last fracture was just too hard for you to recover from. I would have done anything to be able to revive you on that day. But, it was just not meant to be.
If there is a heaven for Crock-Pots, I know you are there. What better place for a slow cooker to be than in heaven for eternity.
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| The handle of my Crock-Pot broken off and could not longer be repaired. A very sad day! |
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