This is Clay and I'm posting for the final time about the beloved Eskimo Joe's cup. My wife probably doesn't even realize this, but the cup is now gone. As I was cleaning the kitchen on Monday night, I saw our old friend sitting on the counter looking forlorn and pitiful. I pondered what to do. Should the cup be enshrined as a constant memory of his goodness? Should I have him bronzed as a tribute? However, as I stood there gazing upon his broken frame, I knew that such tributes would be in our best interest and not his. He deserved to be in a place of rest far from the strenuous existence he had known for so many years. With a broken heart and yet with a smile, I gently placed him in a white plastic bag lined vessel for transportation to the next phase of his journey. Au revoir mon ami. You are gone but not forgotten.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Final Cupdate
This is Clay and I'm posting for the final time about the beloved Eskimo Joe's cup. My wife probably doesn't even realize this, but the cup is now gone. As I was cleaning the kitchen on Monday night, I saw our old friend sitting on the counter looking forlorn and pitiful. I pondered what to do. Should the cup be enshrined as a constant memory of his goodness? Should I have him bronzed as a tribute? However, as I stood there gazing upon his broken frame, I knew that such tributes would be in our best interest and not his. He deserved to be in a place of rest far from the strenuous existence he had known for so many years. With a broken heart and yet with a smile, I gently placed him in a white plastic bag lined vessel for transportation to the next phase of his journey. Au revoir mon ami. You are gone but not forgotten.
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2 comments:
Look at Clay using fancy words! Too bad it's over a plastic cup (I did love that cup, though!).
good gravy...it's finally happened, the cup is actually gone and so is a little piece of my heart!
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