Friday was Pop’s birthday…

And I had every intention of spending a couple of days there.

But I woke up that morning sick as could be. I don’t know why, but my stomach was so upset. I called Pop, feeling horrible (both physically and guilty). I FaceTimed him from bed, explained what was happening, then asked him, "if you could have any dessert delivered to you, what would you like ?"

He brightened visibly, thought for a moment, then said, "Pecan pie. I haven’t had that in a long time."

I checked the Nations in the area and they had pecan pie. I asked to talk to my baby sister, she reassured me Pop has no sugar issues (he’d been to the doctor last week for a check-up). Sis added, "You got that from MOM’s side of the family !" Bless my sister’s heart. 🙄

So I had the pie DoorDashed there and my sister FaceTimed me when it arrived. They opened the box and it was huge. Pop was so happy. He asked, "Do I still get a birthday cake ?" My sister asked him, “Do you still want one ?" I heard my niece’s voice off-camera, saying "He doesn’t need a cake, too ! And we don’t have enough candles—we’d basically have to set it on fire !"

Pop said, cheerfully, "I’m being told I don’t need a birthday cake, too ! And the prospect of 92 candles is rather daunting." My sister
told him, "If you really want a cake, we’ll get you one, don’t worry." Pop reassured us that he was very happy with the pie.

I spoke with them for a bit more, then told them I loved them and that I’d be visiting soon. 🥺