Parlez-Vous Francais?

This is a sad post for me, but it is also a very happy post because I dedicate it to the memory of my Uncle Bill and Aunt Joyce who are now reunited together for all eternity.

Yesterday, was my Aunt Joyce's funeral. My Uncle Bill passed over about 2 years ago. My cousin told me that My Aunt said right before she passed, that he was there to greet her.

So today as I was making a dessert for a recipe I found on a box of phyllo dough called Napoleons, I remembered something that my Uncle Bill would randomly say to us kids when we were little.

As I stopped to reminisce about it, it struck me how intensely green the tree outside my kitchen window had become. They would have always noticed something like that too.

And then I remembered what else my cousin told me my Aunt Joyce said about Uncle Bill being there to greet her. She said he had on shorts.

It makes me smile to know they are now together again.

And in my mind, I can still hear him randomly asking us kids (for no particular reason at all) other than always just to make us laugh, "Parlez-vous francais?"

Rest in peace my dearest Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bill. I will miss you and love you forever.