One of the times my Aunt Kath was in the hospital [just 2 weeks before this last hospitalization], I was going to see her after work, and called her first to see if I could bring her anything. You know, thinking she'd say a book or something of the sort, if she wanted anything. She surprised me with, "Really, Ton? You're coming? Good! I'm starved! Can you sneak me something in to eat?" Not exactly what I was expecting to say the least, but I laughed and was more than happy to oblige her because it had been so many days since I'd seen her actually eat! So I asked her if some mashed potatoes from KFC sounded good and of course it did - anything sounded good to her after not being able to eat for a week or better... So I did, I sneaked in some mashed potatoes [with gravey] and a side of banana pudding - you know, dessert!
A side of mashed potatoes from KFC isn't very big and she couldn't eat the whole thing, but you would have thought they were the very best potatoes ever made in the entire world that night! And every little noise that came from the hallway made those mashed potatoes go running for the bed covers! Of course with her being in for severe abdominal pain and diarrhea, she wasn't suppose to be eating anything [though she was discharged the next morning!]. After a little break from the potatoes and all our chatting - we didn't know how to stop once we got started! - she had made some room to try the banana pudding. I was surprised she hadn't ever tried banana pudding. It's a southern staple in the South! [It's at every church dinner and every potluck you ever attend!] One bite and she was "umm....", "oooo...", "this is good...!" and I had to assure her that the pudding she was eating was nothing, since it was from a can, compared to homemade banana pudding! Her eyes glazed in pure delight! I promised when she got well enough I was going to make some for her... Sadly, she never got well enough to feel up to eating any... She would have loved it!
Again, every noise from the hall sent that bowl of pudding into hiding! We laughed about my "smuggling contraband" into the hospital! And how we'd have to keep it from Grama, because she'd be mad as a wet hornet at us if she found out! She's by the book, when it comes to "doctor's orders"! :-) Before I left, she reminded me not to tell Grama... I assured her I did NOT want Grama's wrath on either of us. Apparently this was not enough assurance for her -- half way home she called me on my cell, "Tonnie, don't forget -- Don't tell Grama that you brought me some food! She'll be so mad at us if you do!" :-) I promised her again I did not want Grama's wrath on either of us, I'd made it this long without it, I intended to keep going without it!
Well, I guess she'll find out now, Kath. Do you think she'll find it as funny as you and I did about our "smuggled contraband"? I think she will! Thanks for the laugh and the memory, Kath! It was fun! I love you and miss you so much, Friend!
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