Salty, sweet and creamy.

Salty, sweet and creamy. These are the last flavors I tasted before...

I feel lost in my own family. they are a maze of questioning eyes and concerned faces. I love my family but i'm an outsider. I'm the "basket-baby" dropped on my family's front stoop. I love music and school and reading and I want to go into the medical field all these things set me far apart from my family and make me feel like a stranger in my own house. I find myself hiding in my room when more and more to feel safe and protected from the strange looks and prying questions about my odd life goals and choices.
I loved him. I only saw him maybe once or twice a year but he was still one of my favorite people in the world. He made me feel safe he made me invincible but what grandpa doesn't make his granddaughter feel invincible. He made me feel normal.
He was a big kid. He loved to play and joke around with kids. He was a super hero in my eyes. I remember snippets of times with him like the one where he threw water bottles at a skunk to get it to go away. He loved all his kids and grandkids never once did you feel unsafe or unloved around him. I only knew him for a few short (to short) years but that doesn't change the fact that he was an amazing man who cared for everyone he knew.
Now knowing how short of a time you have with your loved ones I try and cherish every moment I have because you never know when either you or them wont be here.
Though I only see snapshots of moments and really can only remember small things about him and I probably ate something in between the before and after I love to remember this moment. I remember him happy and healthy even though my mom knew other wise I cannot see him any other way and I never want to. He will always be the man that... . Taught me the greatest combination of foods ever,
McDonald's fries dipped into a vanilla milkshake; so in the end I taste salty, sweet and creamy. These are the last favors I tasted before...

he fell into a never ending slumber.