Waffles of Love

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Another morning had dawned, breakfast time had come and gone with out many words being said. He had cleaned his plate, but she still found it hard at times to finish hers.

A small tear slid down her cheek as she looked down at the waffles swimming in the syrup. Memories ran through her mind of mornings in the past.

Early morning hours of being awake with the babies, and how she would be exhausted when the alarm for Clyde would go off. He would quietly get ready for work and give her a gentle, goodbye  kiss on her forehead, as he left for work.

When she awoke and stumbled into the kitchen her tea kettle would have hot water in it and there would be a a note from John, with words of love on it, lying on the kitchen table.

Some days the babies would keep her so busy that all she could make for supper was some blueberry waffles. She would apologize to John, but he never seemed to mind and blueberry waffles became a staple in their home.

As the children grew, they fell in love with blueberry waffles and they loved helping Daddy make them to surprise Mommy in bed with them, on Saturdays.

When the children got busy with after school activities and jobs, blueberry waffles once again would make a quick and yummy supper.

The children grew and moved out and eventually the morning alarm didn’t need to be set. Routines changed, but Blueberry waffles still remained a favorite meal and many mornings Clyde would still surprise Lizzy in bed with them.

Lizzy paused at the sink as she remembered the last time he had brought them to her in bed. He had forgotten the syrup and the 2nd waffle wasn’t quite done, she didn’t say anything but her fears were being confirmed, Clyde’s memory was quickly fading away.

The changes had been subtle before, but had become more pronounced as the days went by and then seemed to go downhill fast. The Dr. had confirmed it, Alzheimer’s had taken a hold.

Lots of things he had forgotten, memories stolen from him. But there were some things that still remained. One of them was his love for blueberry waffles. He could get agitated at times, but when Lizzie would serve up blueberry waffles, it would bring a smile to his face and calm him down.

He often would thank her, even if he didn’t know her name, he would tell the children how nice the pretty lady was that served him waffles.

Lizzie choked on a sob as she remembered how sweet her name used to sound on his lips.

Her heart burst for she still loved him so much no matter what, her memories were still intact and she knew the man that others could no longer see.

“Hey pretty lady, hey lady!” She heard his voice from the other room.

“Yes dear, what do you want?” Lizzie asked.

“Is it breakfast time yet? Could I have some waffles?”

Lizzie walked over to him and sat down on the couch with him. She gently took his hand in hers and told him how he already ate breakfast, but that they could go on a stroll.

They walked out the door, and he turned to her and said, ” When we come back we will have breakfast with blueberry waffles, right?”

She smiled and said, “Yes, blueberry waffles sounds like a great idea.” and his face beamed. He squeezed her hand as he looked in her eyes. For a moment Lizzie thought she saw a speck of recognition in his eyes as he held her gaze. She squeezed his hand back and his eyes smiled. He leaned over, kissing her forehead and for a moment she laid her head on his shoulder as they stood there lost in time.

 

18 thoughts on “Waffles of Love

  1. What a touching story. My much-loved mother-in-law had Alzheimer’s for several years before she died, and I know first-hand how heartbreaking it is. I have a question, though … does she have Alzheimer’s too? I ask because she calls him Clyde sometimes and John at other times.

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    • So glad you were touched by it, so sorry about your Mother-in-law! It truly is a heartbreaking illness! As for your question about the Clyde and John mix up, well…. you made that fit into the story so nicely lets just go with that. LOL!
      No, that was the writer just having some of her own forgetfulness!! I had both names in my head and then decided on one, and well I guess I only thought I had decided on one! I truly did re-read this story 2x before posting it and never thought about the different names !

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      • 🤣🤣 And here I thought it was an intentional part of the story! Love it!!! I’ve done similar things … I find that if I proofread right after I finish a piece, I will miss some errors, for I am seeing what I expect to see rather than what is there … it is still fresh in our mind, and we just aren’t seeing it with a discerning eye. I always set it aside for an hour or so, then do the proofreading. When time doesn’t permit that, I always have a few typos or grammatical boo-boos. 😉

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  2. Due to my own dementia, I didn’t notice the name mix-up. So thanks everyone, for pointing it out. Gee, this story left me with a lump in my throat. I’m sure glad I really don’t have d-d- well whatever it is.

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    • Wow on you not catching it either. Hey as Jill pointed out it fit the story. 🙂
      Awh! A lump in your throat , think I will pat myself on the back for that.
      And yeah I am glad you don’t have that D word either . 🙂

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