Joan: On the last Sunday I was there I made cinnamon rolls while Joan and Dad were at church. After everyone was served, I moved the rolls to a dish and Joan was eating the nice white melted sugar topping from the pan, talking about her sugar addicition. We both laughed and when I thought she was done, I was bringing the pan to the sink and right before I put it under running water she screamed, "STOP!!" It turns out she was not finished with the leftover topping. It is the only time Joan ever actually scared me, and I have known her since I was six. She seems like a mature, well read, church going, baby blanket knitting adult, but underneath it all lies a crazed sugar addict.
Dad: When I asked Dad how I would get through the next year he said, "Well, alcohol works." I laughed but he was semi-serious. He said when Mom died he drank heavily (we remember) and the days flew by. He only quit because Joan could not hack hanging out with another active drinker. One day, he said, he decided it was time to buy an organ and that was when he knew he had accepted and rejoined the living. Can't wait until I am ready to get that organ. Ok, not an hysterically funny story, but amusing in its way.
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