Joy Edwards
Papa looooooved to eat. Even in his last weeks, he did some pretty funny things. When Mom caught him scarfing down cake alone in the dark at 4am, an ornery grin crept across his face. His sleepwalking defense was pretty thin…I brought him some ice cream to cheer him up when his pain seemed to be worsening. Just when we worried that the pain meds had completely stripped away his personality, he gave a kick: It had been hours since he had said much, and he wasn't easy to understand. However, as soon as I offered him some Neopolitan, a look of total comprehension registered in his eyes. He perked up and blurted "I thought you'd never ask!" I love his childlike enthusiasm for simple pleasures.