I have a longstanding love for poppyseed that extends deeply back into my youngest years.
Last week, someone gifted me with this poppyseed roll during Faith's last week.
Rebekah and I had bought a variety of tempting foods for Faith, and her interest in them increased as the week progressed.
Her favorite was a soup with minced chicken pieces. By Saturday morning, Faith only had one soup left. I save it, just in case she stayed with it and needed it later in the day.
Unfortunately, "staying" was not in Faith's best interests. Dr. Beechler came with tuna and chicken sticks and asked which Faith might prefer.
Faith, of course, preferred the soup.
Fortunately, a bit of this roll still also remained on Saturday.
After Dr. Beechler left I had a slice of poppyseed roll in Faith's honor, completely a comforting culinary circle of life.
