Horseradish

In my life with Sharon, I would get depressed and act all mopey from time to time. During one of my down periods, she told me to put horseradish on the shopping list. Why? Because she thought it would make me happy. It was one of those little luxuries that I had been denying myself, and if it would make me feel better, then dammit, get some horseradish.

At one point, I had been eating horseradish pretty regularly. So much so that I commented about how much money I could save if I just cut out that one item at the store. I did do that and, although I never calculated the actual savings, I’m sure it was substantial.

I’ve been eating horseradish lately, unfortunately, it just reminds me that my kind, thoughtful, loving wife is no longer here.

I should probably stop buying it. It didn’t fix anything then, either. But it’s the thought that counts.