French Fries. Today is my immediate families annual day of fries. We eat a large order of them on this day each year in loving memory of my best friend, first true love, buddy and protector, my dog Carbon.
Carbon died on this day 2 years ago. It was without a doubt the hardest day of my life mitigated only by the wonderful hubby who took care of me then and now.
Carbon was a happy super friendly dog. He learned to love french fries as we traveled the highways – his sweet dark brown eyes always capable of getting me to share part of my travel lunch.
So, on this day, hubby and I sat in a small park in the trees where squirrels played all around and toasted with fries to my lost love. We ate some and threw the rest randomly out around, as an offering to the ghost of Carbon. I miss him still and will always and forever eat and share fries on this most important day.