Trisha’s mom June passed away in 2007, over seven years ago. She had always made jam and other canned fruit and gave some to us. Recently we pulled the last jar of June Jam out of the back of the pantry to use on our toast and bagels.
Working our way down the jar, I always feel a little twinge when I have some. It’s the last we have, and I don’t want to use it up.
The thought of no more June Jam gives me June Gloom.
It’s amazing the things we hang on to from loved ones, isn’t it? I feel your gloom.
Thanks, Lola. It’s funny how we do that. I think we have all done this from time to time.